Were Not Late

We’re not late

Part 3

~MASTERLIST~

You were ready before either of your parents, waiting at the door for them to do their last finishing touches. “I feel like being late has more of an impact on their impression of us than a little water.” You swiped seamlessly on your phone, probably for the last time for a few hours, since your parents weren’t allowing you to take it with you. Something about manners or some shit. “Oh slow down. We’ve still got plenty of time. We’ve got 15 minutes, plus the walk is barely a minute.” said your mother. As always, she was the last to be done. 11 of those 15 minutes you still had were spent still waiting, 7 of them with your father. 

“Why do you get to take your phone with you but I don’t?” felt kinda hypocritical. “Because I need to be reachable if anything happens.” “So do I.” you try to defend yourself, to which your father chuckles. “Honey, you have a maximum of 5 contacts. Me and your mother are 2, your grandmother and grandfather are 2 more, and the last one is your aunt.” Touché, father. Touché. “Stop it, Chris“ your mother finally showed up. “There you are, Mary” You’re stood up now, setting your phone on the kitchen counter, plugged into the charger. “Yes, yes, I know.” 

You finally left the house approximately 2 minutes before you were supposed to be there. Your parents were always the type to cut it close. You walked a few feet over, past the fence between properties and along the driveway, up to their front door. You stood in a neat line, your father to the left, then your mother and then you.  As your father was closest to the doorbell, he was the one who rang it. It only took half a minute for the hallway light to turn on, the door to unlock and open. “Oh, hello. Please, come in.” Of course he had to be the one who opened the door. It got you a closer, better look at him. 

He was taller than you, dark hair bordering between black and dark brown. He looked at both of your parents as they stepped inside, then to you. He had a look in his eyes that screamed he was up to something, accompanied by a smirk. He closed the door behind you as you stepped in, then led you all to the dining room. Their house was much grander than yours, a set of curving stairs in the entryway, leading up. The dining room was in between the living room and kitchen, quarter walls separating them from one another.

“Welcome, welcome. Please, have a seat. Dinner will be ready in a moment.” Said the woman in the kitchen, his mother probably. Thing was, you had no idea who of the two parents was the mayor. The table had 8 chairs, 3 on the long sides and 1 on the short sides. Your father pulled out a chair for your mother, and the boy pulled one out for you. You looked at him with suspicion, but he only smiled. You didn’t trust that smile. Yet for the sake of politeness, you nodded as thanks and sat down. 

The dinner itself was fine, you found out his mom was the mayor, which was a welcome surprise. Your parents and his talked mostly amongst themselves, leaving you to stare down at your plate as you ate. The one time you did look up, you were faced with Simon, as you found out his name was. Of course he had sat in front of you. When you looked up, he was already looking at you. The unexpectedness of it, plus the question of how long he had been staring made you look back down at your plate and take a sip of your drink. You peeked back at him, seeing him once again smirk, as if he had planned it and was reeling in the fact he succeeded.

Dinner passed fast, a few more of those incidents happening once or twice. You were honestly barely paying attention to the conversation between the adults, until your mother nudged you. “You okay?” she asked, and you nodded. “Oh, you must be bored, huh? Why don’t you two go up to Simon’s room? I’m sure you’ll find something more entertaining to do than this boring conversation.” Never in your life did you think you’d want to punch the Mayor in the face. President and other authority maybe, but never the Mayor. Because now you had to go up to his room with him, otherwise this’d become awkward, plus your parents would force you to go either way.

So, very reluctantly, you got up and followed him. His room was up the stairs and down a short hallway. He opened the door for me, and the first thing I was greeted with was a step. Extremely weird, if you ask me. After almost tripping, barely noticing fast enough, you stepped into his room. It was kind of empty. He had his bed, a desk with a fancy pc setup, another step/platform thing with some instruments, and a shelf. You could see the window he was sitting at earlier that day, and on the floor you spotted a wet spot in the carpet. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Proud of yourself, huh?” he asked from behind you. You turned to face him. He was leaning on the door, arms crossed. “Matter of fact, I am.” you responded with a smirk of your own. “Mind telling me how I’ll explain the random stain to my mom?” You pretended to think for a second. “Could always tell her you pissed yourself.” His eyes went wide. “Oh my god, why didn’t I think of that?” he pretended to be shocked. “Because you’re a dumbass.” you said and sat down at the end of his bed. 

“I bet your friends love you” the sarcasm was palpable. He sat down across from you in his office chair. “They do, actually. Do yours?” you asked. “Oh shoot, wait, I forgot you don’t have any.” He shook his head. “You are unbelievable. But you’re not boring, I’ll give you that.” You bowed your head in courtesy, however much you could sitting down. “i know we have this whole rivalry going on, but…” he trailed off. You motioned for him to keep going. “You got a discord or something? If not, your number works too.” he said, winking at you.  “I don’t have my phone with me.” you were actually glad about it now. “Why?” “Parents wouldn’t let me.” “Well I have a pen and paper.” 

He spun his chair around, drumming his fingers on his desk as he looked for a sticky note of sorts. He started scribbling on it for a minute, clicking around on his computer a bit. When he was finished he turned back to you, stood up, walked to you and extended the sticky note to you. You took it, on it were various usernames and ways to contact him. “Don’t expect anything.” You then, through a spur of the moment decision, dropped the paper down your shirt. It was as if you were on autopilot, though you had never done that before. 

You caught him off guard, yourself too honestly, and his eyes widened. He inhaled, and you swore you heard a small “Okay”. This time it was you who smirked.

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We’re not neighbors

~MASTERLIST~

Part 1

You and your parents just moved into the neighborhood into a freshly built house, your parents built it themselves, which just so happened to be next to the Mayor, you found out, but had no idea what side. Day 1 was truly more like day 0, since all your furniture was still being delivered, you barely had a mattress, pillows and a blanket to sleep with, the rest was either still at your old place or on its way here. You had only packed one bag of clothes, toiletries, your laptop and your swimwear, since you would finally have a pool, which you would be able to use immediately.

And that’s what you were doing, laying by the pool on the one pool lounge chair you personally dragged outside, eyes closed behind your sunglasses trying to relax after the long journey here and the stress of moving. Inside your parents coordinated with seemingly every person on the planet; the moving company, their friends, their jobs, your school, even some of the neighbors had already come by, not the Mayor yet, your parents would have come to get you if that happened. 

You had your laptop, safely under your lounge chair to shield it from the sun, playing music loud enough for you to hear but not others. You swore you could have fallen asleep, that’s how comfortable and tired you were, when someone or something hit your pool with such speed and force that it splashed so high that it reached you, the cold water waking you up abruptly and instantly. You sat up and looked in the pool, seeing a medium sized ball, probably volleyball, floating around the middle of it. 

“Ah, so you are alive.” you heard from somewhere above you, but it wasn’t a voice you recognized, so it didn’t come from your house. You spun around, probably looking like a fool, before spotting the person. It was a guy, approximately your age, leaning out of a window which was probably in his bedroom. He had his arms crossed and was leaning on them, a shit eating grin on his face. ‘Oh great. My neighbor is a creep.’ you thought. “Why the fuck did you do that?” you wish you could retaliate, but your throwing and aiming skills weren’t the best, and you had a feeling you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of that guy. 

“To prevent you getting heat stroke and dying. You’re welcome.” he stated as if it was fact. “Well I’m obviously fine, asshole” you wanted to go in the water to get the ball out, but didn’t want this guy to watch you do it. “Yeah, ‘cuz I saved you.” he smirked. Oh how badly you wanted to knock that smirk off of his stupid face. You just rolled your eyes and made your way back to your lounge. “So…” he started. “So?” you raised a brow. “Who are you?” you let out a sigh. “Obviously I’m Santa Claus, can’t you see?” you mumbled, moreso to yourself. “Fuck you asking for?” You yelled back, an idea suddenly popping into your head. You didn’t turn to face him, reached down under your lounge into your bag and fished out something you didn’t think you’d get to use this soon.

“‘m asking for myself. I am your neighbor after all, isn’t it normal for neighbors to know eachothers names?” the sass and smirk were audible in his voice, you hated it already. You walked back to your pool, careful to conceal your weapon so he wouldn’t see. You dipped it underwater and waited for the bubbles to stop. Very luckily for you, when you looked up at him, he was turned away from you, reaching to grab something. As quickly as you could, you aimed right for the back of his head and pulled the trigger. A strong jet of water flew from your gun, high up to his window, hitting him perfectly. He yelped pathetically, flailed for a bit then fell off the chair he was sitting on. You spun your gun like in movies, then blew against the end and held it against your side.

“Even?” You asked, trying not to laugh. From your angle you could only see the top half of him as he stood up, using the windowsill for support. His hair was pretty wet, sticking to his face, even a bit at the front. His shirt, on the other hand, was absolutely drenched. He looked like a wet cat. He shook his limbs and head for a bit, then his head snapped to you, and with an absolute look of murder in his eyes he replied. “Oh you are so fucking on.”

Maybe he wouldn’t be that bad of a neighbor.

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GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUYSSSSSSSS

GUEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

(it's actually just like 1 idea but shhhhhhh)

I'm currently rereading 100 Years Quest and oh my god

I have never wanted to break a character more in my life. Give me one night with this man and he will be BROKEN. He won't even remember his own name when I'm done with him

No I don't want to fuck him. I just want to break him.

No I don't know why.

God Serena Count. Your. Days.

We’re not going to dinner

~MASTERLIST~

Part 2

After he shut his window and disappeared you finally went into your pool to retrieve the volleyball, now floating at one of the edges. You still had the feeling he was there, watching you, so you looked over your shoulder a few times. You were starting to get creeped out, but also excited for future shenanigans. You decided to head inside as the movers started slowly disappearing for the day and your mother was beginning to put things in their place.

You grabbed your laptop, bag and towel, but left the water gun outside for future use. You noticed that there were already a decent chunk of boxes and furniture set up, the garden door leading to the kitchen, where your mother was putting away the silverware and your dad the pots and pans. “Honey please don’t tell me you shot at the house next door.” Your dad said as you weaved in between him and your mother. You stopped for a second, wracking your brain for something to say. “Your honor, relevance?” you tried to imitate your father, he was a lawyer, so he had taught you a few things to say and do in case you found yourself in a courtroom. He chuckled.

“The accused was seen shooting their water gun at the house next door to their own, which just so happens to be the Mayor’s house. The court is asking for confirmation on this matter.” Shit. Your mother shook her head with a smile, she always did at your little discussions. “Uhm… My client was in a silly goofy mood?” You tried. Your father pretended to think for a while. “Not guilty, but we’re gonna be keeping a closer eye on you.” He patted you on the shoulder. “Phew. Thought I was for sure gonna end up in jail.” 

“Seriously honey, you can’t just be shooting at other people’s houses.” Your mother joined the conversation. “Tell that to the smug asshole who threw this full force at our pool just to annoy me. He started it.” You placed the ball on the counter, laying it atop your towel. “Well what did that ‘smug asshole’ look like, perchance?” she made air quotes with her hands. “Smug. Stupid. Asshole-ish.” You opened the fridge, but, unsurprisingly, were met with big fat nothing. You could feel your mothers unimpressed face on you.

“I dunno, mom, I barely looked. I think he had black hair? It was dark, that’s for sure. Think he’s my age. About…” you thought about the angle at which you were looking, then stretched your arm at an approximate height. “yay tall?” “Oh sweet Jesus” Your mother facepalmed. “What did I say?” Your father chuckled. “That was probably the Mayor’s kid, honey. Ya know, because that’s the Mayor's house.” he responded. No way was that jerk the Mayor’s son, no way José. “The one we’ll be having dinner with in about two hours, actually.” 

Okay now you were starting to panic. First, he was the Mayor’s kid. Second, you shot a water gun at the Mayor’s house. Third, you were going to have to be face to face with them for dinner. Fourth… you actually didn’t have a fourth yet, but you were sure you’d have one before the night was over. “Why didn’t you come and tell me?” You asked, suddenly hyper aware that you went in the pool and would now have to make yourself look presentable with the little products you had. “Because we still have two hours and you were going to come inside eventually.” 

You spent one of those two hours trying to get the smell of chlorine out of your hair, even though you were barely in the pool it clung to you as if you’d spent a year in it. After you were successfully de-chlorined you started looking for a, you assumed, formal outfit to wear. “Ma! What kind of dinner is this?” You yelled down to your mother. “Just a dinner, honey.” You rolled your eyes. “A dinner with the Mayor! How do you dress for that?” leave it to your mother to completely miss the point of a question. “Dress like when we go to a restaurant.” “Last one we went to was Chuck E Cheese, ma.” “Please do not wear that t-shirt again, it has sauce all over it.” Your mom came to your room to help you pick out something good enough.

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