A/N: eleven19 and I write our own version of this promp so make sure to check out her version too! please leave a review and enjoy the first chapter!
"I'm just saying that if we would be fairy-tale characters I would definitely be Captain Hook," Killian said to Neal as they walked back to their apartment from the pizza place.
"But why Captain Hook? You look more like a prince than a pirate if you ask me," Neal said. They had been friends since they were kids. They went to the same school, shared a dorm later in collage and now they share a apartment. Nothing could separate them. And tonight was one of their traditional pizza-movie nights, this time Neal got to choose the pizza and Killian the movie.
"I don't really see myself becoming a ruler of an kingdom one day. Plus, I like the open seas and the freedom you get when you sail," Killian shrugged. "And Hook has always been my favourite Disney character."
"What about Peter Pan?"
"That little imp takes children away from their families, why would I like him?"
Neal shrugged. "I don't know, everyone seems to like him. I never liked him either." They walked into the building of their apartment. "Who do you think I would be?" Neal asked.
"Honestly, if Rumpelstiltskin had a son, that would be you." They both laughed as they got into the elevator.
"I know my father is a bit… creepy, but Rumpelstiltskin?" Neal said when his laugh calmed down a bit. The doors were about to close when a unfamiliar voice called to them.
"Wait!"
Killian put his hand between the doors so that they would open again. A blond woman stepped in the elevator. "Thanks," she said with a smile and both Neal and Killian froze. She didn't seem to notice their reaction as she just turned around, waiting for the doors to close again. She was beautiful. With her red leather jacket, blond hair and green sparkling eyes. Neal shook his head and put on an easy smile.
"Uhm… excuse me?" he said and she turned to look at him. "Are you new here?"
"Oh, yeah. Just moved in today," she said. When he didn't say anything else and just kept staring she turned back to face the now closed doors.
There was an awkward silence for a moment before the doors opened again and they walked out of the elevator. She walked over to the door of the apartment next to theirs. Killian leaned against the wall next to their door, facing her while Neal opened the door behind him.
"It looks like we are neighbours, love," Killian said and smirked at her.
"Indeed it does," she said without looking at him and opened her door, but just before she disappeared inside he called after her.
"I didn't catch your name!"
"That's because I didn't give it!" she called back and closed the door. He turned back to his friend and bit his lip.
"I like her," he admitted and Neal snorted and walked inside. "What?"
"You like every woman," he said, placing the pizza box on their coffee table and removing his jacket. Killian did the same and sat down on his side of the couch.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Neal shrugged. "You flirt with every woman you see."
"So?"
"When was the last time you had a serious relationship?" Killian was silent for a moment before looking back at Neal.
"When was the last time you had one," he asked and raised an eyebrow.
"You remember Tamara, right?"
Killian made a face of disgust. "Never liked her, she was always so mysterious and bossy."
"Now I agree but back then I didn't see that," he said while walking over to the fridge, grabbing two beers. "Something you wouldn't understand since you've never been in love."
"Maybe I'm just waiting for the right one," Killian said and took the beer Neal handed him. Neal sat down beside him and looked at him with his brows raised.
"And you think our new neighbour is 'the right one'?" he asked and took a sip of his beer.
"Maybe, she has something," Killian said, taking a sip of his own beer.
"And what if I like her too?" Killian looked at him with an raised eyebrow.
"Do you?"
He shrugged again. "Like you said, she has something."
Killian nodded and sat his beer on the coffee table, opening the pizza box and grabbing the remote. He zapped through the different movies on Netflix. "Have you seen American sniper yet?"
"No, I haven't," he leaned over to grab a slice of pizza. "but we're just going to drop the whole 'we both like our new neighbour' thing?"
"It's pizza-movie night, no thoughts of women allowed," Killian smiled at him before turning on the movie and grabbing a slice himself.
"Alright," Neal said, sitting back and taking a bite from his slice. And although they both agreed to not think about women that night they could hardly focus on the movie because their minds drifted more than often off the a certain blond next door.
Emma leaned against the door. What the hell? She just broke up with her boyfriend, moved out, and guess what? Her new neighbours are two freaking hot guys. Why was this happening to her? Why now? She shook her head and walked into her still empty apartment. She had more important things to focus on right now. Her furniture would be brought tomorrow so the only things that were in the apartment were an air mattress, a blanked and a pillow. She sighed and walked over to the still flat air mattress and got an electric pomp out of her bag. She plugged it in and blew up her mattress. When she was done she felt her stomach rumble and remembered the delicious smell of the pizza those guys had.
She sat down on her mattress, grabbing her laptop out of her bag and opened it. She searched for a pizza place near her building. When she found one, just around the block, she placed an order. After her order was placed she changed into sweats and sat down again on her air mattress, leaned back against the wall and scrolled through Facebook while she waited.
20 minutes later someone knocked on her door. She put her laptop away and grabbed her wallet, walking over to the door. When she opened it she saw the last thing she expected.
"Ordered a pizza, love?" the one with the accent said as he leaned against her doorframe, holding the pizza box.
"The delivery guy brought it to wrong door," the other said, leaning against the other side of the doorframe with a smirk. "Since we haven't been properly introduced," he extended his hand. "Neal Cassady."
Emma looked at his hand before she took it and shook it. Before she could say her own name the other guy also extended his hand and said with a smile, "Killian Jones." She also took his hand but instead of shaking it he brought it to his mouth, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles that send a shiver down her spine.
"Uhm… Emma Swan," she said as she took her hand back, still looking at Killian's too blue eyes.
"Emma…" said Neal.
"…Swan," Killian finished and they both grinned at her, making her blush a little.
"Yeah, well, thanks for bringing the pizza. How much was it?" she asked as she opened her wallet, trying to focus on that instead of the two too handsome to be real guys leaning against her doorframe.
"No, no," Neal said and she looked questioning up at him. He just smirked. "You don't have to pay us back. See it as a 'welcome to the building' gift."
"Oh, well, thank you," she said and grabbed the box as Killian handed it over to her.
"You're welcome, love," he said and winked at her. "Enjoy it."
With that they both turned and walked back to their apartment, leaving her a little stunned in the doorway. She slowly closed the door and walked back to her mattress, trying to proses what just happened. What the hell did just happen?
