Apartment 15

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I had been rather optimistic about the new move on my own, which was a rather new perspective for someone like me. Being the introvert I am, I suppose my parent’s and brother weren’t too surprised about my wanting to move out and get my own place. Even had even suggested that he came with me, but my parents and I all agreed I needed to do this one thing on my own. Everything we do was together, which of course I’m not complaining. My brother is my world, and if he ever needed a place to stay for whatever reason, I reassured him I’d only be about fifteen minutes away. 

I moved into the more metropolitan area of Shiganshina city, while my family remained on the more outskirt areas of the town. I had saved up enough to find a decent, one bedroom, one bathroom apartment with a nice view of the city. Working as a nurse had definitely been a strenuous job, but I knew myself well enough that the urge to move away at twenty one would be too much to bear and not keep with my job. After saving over three years with a well-paid salary, it was time for me to be on my own. 

Everything had been going pretty smoothly for the first week. I worked during the day, and some night shifts, come home, organize and clean, then go to bed. Honestly, it was even fun. 

Then Sunday night came.

I had the weekend off so I had been finishing up settling and furnishing all the final touches to my new place, feeling refreshed but tired. Eager for sleep, I crawled in bed and set my alarm for 6 a.m. the next day. I settled myself on my back, a small smile finding its way to my lips as my eyes began to make their way closed, when all of the sudden.

BAM.

I lurched forward in my bed with a gasp, clutching my chest as my heart rate increased significantly. I blinked and looked behind me to where the headboard of my bed was pressed against the wall. It must’ve been my neighbor, nothing creepy or supernatural. I hadn’t gotten around to meet my new neighbors yet, from a busy schedule but honestly… from a very introverted personality that ruined any chance of new relationships. I really did mean to introduce myself, I mean a new home, why not new relationships. 

Thinking it must’ve been an accident, I sighed and laid back down, eager to finally get rest. As my eyes began to shut again, the most repulsive sound began playing in my ears. Rap.

“Are you kidding?” I laughed in disbelief, raising myself up on my elbows and glaring at the wall that separated me and whatever dick was on the other side. I had literally no problem with whoever had been on the other side; my neighbor had never made their presence known. I’m not even sure if I’ve ever seen whoever they were. Then I got mad at the fact the walls were so damn thing… Had I ever even listened to rap music I promise you I could be singing along with every word I could hear the “words” so clearly. 

Assuming for the best, I prayed that maybe it would only be one song than the idiot would turn it off. It was 11 p.m. surely they knew people were trying to sleep?! 

But 6 am rolled around, and the music had not died once. Groaning, I lifted myself up and prepared myself to ready myself for work, seriously debating on whether or not I should call in sick considering I look like I got hit by a damn bus. I hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep, and the monster aka my neighbor had been blasting their music all night. I tried to be polite, and honestly I really wanted to be, I didn’t want to be rude so early in the game. But this was ridiculous.

After preparing and shoving a bagel in my bag, I headed out the door and stalked towards the right, stopping directly infront of the door that was the home of the demon neighbor. 

“Okay, apartment 15,” I growled lowly to myself, shooting daggers at the door. And guess what, the MUSIC WAS STILL PLAYING. “It’s on.”

Making up my mind I would give whoever this was one more chance tonight, I stalked off to an unholy 8 hour shift of the hospital. 

Work was utter hell, and it was no help that my “friend” Sasha kept pointing out how death had no comparison to how I looked. I could’ve socked her right in the face, but decided against it. I had as little friends already, a punch in the face didn’t exactly say I love you girl.

Walking back into my complex, I once again stalked apartment 15. I was the only neighbor it had side-by-side, considering the other side of the place was connected to the outside of the whole building. I scowled at the door once again, then shook my head. Whatever. Maybe it was a one night thing, at least it better be. 

I yanked out my keys and shoved them into the door, flinging it open and shrugging my bag to the ground. 

My evening had been relatively peaceful, and I started thanking God I was able to watch my Soap Opera and eat my Thai dinner at 8 p.m. in peace and quiet. It would be fine, whoever lived in apartment 15, surely enough they would go back to their old routine they had previously been on last week. 

The second my show was over at 9, best believe my tired ass was in the bed curled up and ready to pass out. Maybe even if the jerk decided to play their music once again, I would be too tired and be in such a dead sleep I wouldn’t even notice. 

But it wasn’t even five minutes into bed when it started playing. The god forsaken music.

“Not this time.” I hissed, ripping the blankets off me and throwing on my house slippers, not even minding I was about to make a huge scene in a white tank top with no bra and shorts. 

Flinging my door open and not even caring to shut it, I took a few steps to damn apartment 15 and banged vigorously on the door, the rap music echoing throughout the hall. How did no one else not notice? Or have they and the jackass just didn’t care.

I kept pounding until the sound of a lock was un-clicked. I yanked my hand back and pressed my hands on my hips, ready to give whoever this idiot was a big piece of my mind. 

The door was opened at an agonizingly slow pace, and I wasn’t even surprised at who I saw standing there.

A man. He was young, probably in his late twenties or early thirties, with a very bored expression on his face. His blue eyes were narrowed, showing no emotional and his black hair was shining in the bright light of his home. Perfect, some pretty boy who liked to play his loud ass music. What put the cherry on top of the cake was his tool friends laughing and drinking in the bathroom. But you could’t even here them on top of all the noise. 

The man pressed his lips in a thin line as he leaned up against the doorframe. I’ll admit, his face and the open of his shirt to reveal his abs wasn’t all that unpleasing, but being hot wasn’t going to get out of this.

I glared angrily at him before he finally spoke. 

“Well, you don’t look like the stripper.”

I couldn’t even contain my shocked laughter as it came out, rolling my eyes in disbelief. 

“Can I help you?” He asked, the same damn bored look on his punk face. 

“Yeah you can actually, by turning down your damn music!” I snapped, taking a threatening step forward till I was almost in through his door, our faces inches apart. But he didn’t even look phased. 

As he didn’t reply, the fury raged even more inside me. 

“I was up all damn night because your incredibly rude, and I refuse to go through that hell again.” I looked directly in his eye, the fact that I wasn’t even seeming to phase him more repulsive. “I don’t know if you realize, but there are people who also live here-”

“No one else seems to have a problem with it.” He interrupted me, his bored tone seemingly yet to un-amaze me.

“I MIND ASSHOLE.” I practically screamed, grabbing the front of his black shirt. I wasn’t a necessarily violent person, but I’ve been going on 24 hours or more without sleep. It can be justified this one time. 

Finally his facial expression changed, but to a small smirk. “Don’t yell, you’ll wake up the neighbors.”

I raised my right hand, determined to knock the daylights out of him, one of his pals appeared behind him. I glanced up at the tall man, frowning as we made eye contact. 

The kid looked like he was about drooling as he smiled at me.

“Levi, who’s the babe?” 

“I’d like to know that myself.” He sighed, but made no attempt to pull away from me. Why did I get the feeling he seemed amused about all of this?

I flung him backwards as I let go of his shirt, repulsed.

“Can you turn down the music? It’s a monday night, why the hell are you having a party anyway?” I asked in a more calm tone to the tall blonde, just eager to reason at this point. But the idiot just stared on, making me blush as I realized his gaze was on my chest reason. I stepped back and crossed my arms, looking away. 

“Jean, go turn it down.” The Levi character muttered behind him. Jean kept smiling but nodded, slowly backing away. Levi and I eventually made our gazes back to each other.

“Happy?” He asked.

“Not even close.” I glared back. “I just want to know why you think this is even okay? I have work at 6 am, some of us have lives you know. I’m exhausted, and the fact that your acting like a total dick about the whole situation is making everything worse.” I hope the obvious tone of exhaustion and the dark bags under my eyes was a given hint to not do it ever again. But even though all that, he seemed as bored as ever.

“Look,” He sighed, lifting himself off the door frame. “This isn’t a nursing home, if you want to be old and go to bed at 7 p.m., thats on you. Or, you could come in and join us and have fun. That’s all this is.” He smirked once again, crossing his arms. “Why should we stop all our fun just for you?”

And thats all I needed. The smacking sound of my hand echoed throughout the hall as my palm met his right cheek. The music was gone and everyone was quiet, looking at the interaction of the front of the doorway. 

“I’m not listening to any more of this bullshit.” I growled as I spun on my heels, stalking towards my own home. I slammed the door shut behind me, rage and fury of a thousand suns swirling inside me. 

I ran into my bedroom and jumped into the bed, trying to take the advantage of sleep while the music was off. I could deal with the quiet whispers on the other side, no problem. I didn’t even think about smacking the Levi guy. Because honestly, I was proud of myself. I felt like I had won a huge victory. 

    Work passed with a breeze, I was amazed on even though I got a few hours of sleep, how better I felt. But there was a nagging at the back of my head. I felt kinda bad for slapping the shit out of someone I didn’t even know. I mean of course he deserved it, but still. I’m twenty one, I’m sure there could have been a more mature approach on my part, despite how big of an ass he might’ve been.

It was a nice summer evening as I walked on the sidewalk to the apartment complex, looking at my texts from Eren when I noticed a figure infront of me. I looked up to offer a polite smile when I stopped dead in my tracks. Lucky me. 

It was Levi. He had the same bored look as our eyes met, but he didn’t look as much as a tool this time. He wore a white workshirt and casual white pants, obvious work attire. But was surprised me was the small black pug he had on a leash. I glanced down and smiled as the little dog trotted towards me, sniffing the bottom of my pants.

I smiled at his cuteness, ignoring Levi and crouching, holding out my hand for the dog to sniff.

“Hey there.” I smiled as I stroked his head. 

“His name is Boozer.” His monotone voice reached my ears and I continued to stroke the pug, and he casually licked my hand. 

I glanced up at Levi, who was looking directly at me. 

“I didn’t expect you to be the little dog type.” I smirked, earning a small smirk back from him.

“A lot easier to maintain.”

“I see…” I said, lifting myself up as Boozer went over to pee in the grass.

Awkward silence passed between us, so I just assumed I should make my way back when he spoke up again.

“Look… I need to apologize for last night.” He murmured. My eyes widened at his words, my mouth in a thin line.

“What I said… I-” He stammered, seeming to not have the right words. He shut his eyes and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I handled that very poorly…” He then looked up to me, and have I not been mistaken, his cheeks bore a little red tint. “I’ve been told I have the worst flirting approach from my friends.”

I almost dropped my bags at his words, taken back. Wait… had he just…

“Did you just admit you were trying to get my attention this whole time?” I asked.

His blush was painfully obvious now as he glanced away, looking at anything and everything but me. He scratched the back of his head again, clearing his throat. “Yeah, basically.”

After staring in disbelief at him what seemed for forever, our eyes finally met, and in synchronization, we busted out in laughs. I clutched my stomach as my laughs bellowed out, glancing up at Levi as he laughed just as hard. It was pretty cute… His head thrown back, eyes shut… So he did have a personality. 

After the laughs died down, I straightened up and wiped a little of tears from my eyes.

“Honestly, there’s been worse approaches. Like staring directly at my tits.”

“That’s Jean for you,” Levi smiled and shrugged. He then looked at me and smiled, stepping forward with Boozer by his side. He suddenly held out his hand invitingly. “Can we start over? Hi, I’m Levi, your neighbor in apartment 15.”

I looked at his hand at first in confusion, then felt a slight smile make it’s way onto my lips. And for some reason, I felt really at peace with his new offer. Even butterflies, if thats still a thing. I met his blue eyes and shook his hand, nodding.

“Hi Levi, I’m Mikasa.”

“Mikasa? That’s pretty.” He smiled back.

We kept eye contact for awhile, our smiles never leaving out faces. 

“So, are you going to ask me out yet or what?”

Levi laughed slightly at my words. “I like how up-front you are. Forget a thoughtful way of asking, huh?”

I shrugged but smiled. “I’m free tonight.”

Levi nodded at my words. “7 then? I know the best place in town.”

“So do I.” I said, cocking my head to the side. “It’s called apartment 15, and I heard their music is really great.”

And that’s how our relationship was, really great. Who knew obnoxious loud music from a seemingly rude neighbor would turn out to be the love of your life? Maybe I wouldn’t hate apartment 15 as bad as I thought. 

November 13   25♥


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