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Sunlight pours through your window tickling your eyelids. You toss and turn. You don't wanna get up. Why would you? You have work. Eughhhhhh. Work. The thought irks you. Twist. Turn. Burry your face in that pillow. Twist again.
Finally, you're dozing back off.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Groan.
Fuck that stupid alarm.
You reach for your phone.
7... 7:45???
FUCK FUCK FUCK. You have work in 45 minutes. No way you slept through your first 3 alarms.
You spring off ur bed at Godspeed grabbing your clothes. Do i smell bad? No no i smell fine. I took a bath 3 am this morning.
You sprayed on some deodorant as you darted towards your closet, rummaging through your pile of messy clothes that sat right under the rack where you could've easily hung them. No ironed clothes.
You see this is what happens when we go out with cute guys to cool places on a work night.
You found a band tee that was barely wrinckled and thanked the gods above for gracing you with such a miracle. You quickly shed ur clothes, and changed your bra.
I should've stayed home. But i had a great night, am i right?
You threw on the t-shirt and pulled on ur favorite baggy jeans. A studded belt. Some cool guitar earrings. A few bracelets. Many, many rings. A treble clef necklace. You took a onceover in the mirror. Pretty cute. Fingerguns.
Teeth... Gottta brush those pearly whites!
You put on ur headphones. Grabbed ur keys, ur bag, threw on ur black converse. Right. Ready. You step out the door. Take a deep breath. Nothing like the shitty air in your cramped queens apartment complex. You're ready to start your day!
Or not. Cause you seem to be turning around. Your eyeliner. Ofc. That's really important to completing your look. You can't do it now obviously. But maybe while at work.
You scramble through your messy drawer. Eyeliner secured. Ok. Now you we're ready. Phone in hand. Music on play. Let's try that again shall we?
📼Playing: Lovely Day - Bill Withers📼
🎶When i wake up in the morning, love
And the sunlight hurts my eyes🎶
"Hey Mr. T! What's up?" you holler at the old man leaning over some herbs as you scurry down the steps.
"Makin' sure my plants 're nice 'n taken care 'f fo' the day"
🎶And something without warning, love
Bears heavy on my mind🎶
"Vicent! How are you?" You call out to the middleaged lady locking her door
"I'm good. Late as usual but you know good! Gotta run sweetie see ya!"
🎶Then i look at you
And the world's alright with me🎶
You sway your head to the music as you take the next corner very blindly. No one lived on this floor so no one to greet.
🎶Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be
A lovely- 🎶
*CRASH*
"Ow"
"Owww"
You almost fell over bouncing into this guy. He was a little scruffy, like he’d just rolled out of bed; brown curls sticking up in odd directions, shirt wrinkled from being shoved in a drawer instead of folded. A gray zip-up hoodie clung to his shoulders, soft-looking, like it had been worn a hundred times. His jeans were loose but sat just right on his frame, and his beat-up sneakers told you he’d walked a lot of Queens in them. The camera around his neck looked heavier than he did in that moment, his hands fumbling to steady it. Still, even in the middle of the awkward crash, there was no denying it: he was ridiculously cute, the kind of boy you couldn’t ignore if you tried. Who was he? You'd never seen him before. You look to the side. He was coming out of apartment 4...the empty one...? What was he doing-
Oh righttttt. Someone moved in here last week. You hadn't seen him all week though and you passed this apartment everyday. I mean, you lived 2 floors higher. Of course you did.
And now you were bumping into the cute stranger who just moved in here. Great on first impressions. You should probably say something.
"Shit sorry man. I wasn't watching where I was going."
You finally make eye contact, rubbing your head that very much hit his chin. Awkwarddddd....
"Yea no it's fine...you're fine" he giggled nervously, reaching down.
Oh shit his stuff were on the ground. You gotta help. This is your fault afterall.
It wasn't much. His keys, his wallet, an energy drink, and his phone, which thankfully hadn't cracked at all.
"Thanks" he gave you this genuine, sweet, thin lipped smile.
You couldn't help but smile back.
"No worries. It was kinda my fault anyway" you sighed. "You the new guy?" You gesture to the apartment.
"Huh?" He looked over to where you gestured. Right the apartment. "O-oh uh yeah. Yeah i moved in a few days ago."
"My name's Y/N. I live 2 floors up. Apartment number 7" you stretch your hand out to shake his. He seemed to hesitate. He grasped your hand in a firm, yet shy, shake.
"I'm Peter. I live- well you already know where i live"
"Nice to meet you Peter. It's nice to see someone else my age around here. Between you and me, the people here are a bunch of old geezers. No youth in this place man. But no worries, they're all very sweet people. I think you'll like it here. Once you get past all the noise pollution"
*BEEP BEEEEEP*
Your phone's vibrating aagain. You check your pocket. 8 FUCKING 15??? Oh now you're cooked.
"Shit i gotta go. Boss' gonna kill me. I'll see you around Peter." You had sprinted off before you could see the wave he gave you and the soft 'see you' that left his lips.
You must'vs been an olympic athlete with the way you ran down the streets that belonged to Queens. You just wished so desperately right now that you were indeed that friendly neighborhood spiderman. It must be so much easier to swing your way about. Your turned corners recklessly almost bumping into like 100 strangers on the way. You were running out of breath.
Zebra crossing. Traffic light. Fuck. Now wasn't the time. But you could definitely use with the oxygen.
Light switch. Walk. Quickly.
Shackz musik.
Damn someone couldn't spell. That same someone who happened to be your boss. You made it. Your lovely workplace. A record store. You shoved the door open heaving like you just run a marathon. Which to be fair, you practically had. You looked at the digital clock on the register. 8:28. Still technically early. Store doesn't open till 2 whole minutes.
"Woah-ho! What's up with you?"
That was Zach. You could tell by his scratchy voice. That same cute guy who took you to cool places you were thinking about earlier. Yeah. That's him.
"You look like you ran a race on no breakfast"
Zach had this kind of energy that made people notice without him even asking for it. He was tall and lean, all casual lines and lazy posture, like the world never managed to rattle him. His clothes (beat-up band tees, ripped jorts, sneakers that had clearly lived a life) looked like they were thrown on without a second thought, yet somehow worked like he’d been styled by the universe. The long red curls that framed his face were a little wild, a little messy, but they only added to that laid-back charm he carried around. And then there was his smile; crooked, sharp-edged, the kind that made you wonder if he was teasing you even when he wasn’t. He had this easy charm about him, the kind that could tilt a conversation in his favor before you even realized you’d started leaning closer. Zach was also easy. Easy to talk to. And he was there for you. A good friend(Ahem. You totally have a crush on him. What do you mean friend?)
"I did." You choked out. "I woke up wayyyyyy late and ended up bumping into the new guy who just moved in then had to run here whem i realized i was busy chit chatting at 15 minutes past the ungodly hour of eight o' clock." You collapsed onto the register desk.
"Guess we shouldn't be bowling at midnight huh? You can't handle it" he tutted, a smile tugging at his lips.
So what if you considered the bowling alley to be a cool place. If it's with a cool person it's a cool place... Right? Plus it's fun. When you know what you're doing.
You walked around the desk slumping into the chair. "I don't wanna see any customers today"
"Well that's too bad. It's half eight and i see a music freak walking this way"
What a lovely day this was gonna be.
🎶A lovely day
(lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)
A lovely day
(lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)
(Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day)🎶