Boy next door (or in the building, anyway) by mckinleysbitch
M | 10k words
Billy was having a really good time. He liked all these people, all these other 20-somethings who had their shit figured out about as much as Billy did. It was reassuring. So he was having a good time. That is, he /was/ having a good time, and then the door opened, sometime around midnight, and in walked the last fucking person on earth Billy had thought he’d run into again.













