Feeling sorry for herself, a lonesome Rose brushed back her hair and started to make work at the dirty toilet basin which she'd tried her best to ignore for at least six months. The thing was disgusting and grey and smelt of the fumes which burned out of the cars outside her apartment, almost making her want to rip her head off and drench it with the bleach she was using now to clean her toilet.
Rose had lived in this apartment for over a year now, and not once had she seen one person enter 102 B, the apartment which stood right opposite hers. So when she heard the door rip open, her head shot up, and instinctively the bleach bottle in her hand did too. It thankfully missed her face, but a large clump of her hair was caught; she could almost hear the fizzle of the acid shed her hair apart, and a shriek tore almost girlishly out of her throat, embarrassingly.
It must have been loud because soon someone was knocking on her door, and Rose quickly pulled her hair up into a messy bun and slapped the toilet seat shut on her way out. The person knocked again, and Rose shouted back as she made her way out of the bathroom to the foyer.
"Wait a second! I'm not a freaking doorman who can open the door on command!" She smoothed down her hair and crumpled old jeans, and flicked open the front door; hands on hips and lips set in an annoyed grimace.
When she saw who was standing there, her lips almost dropped into a drool. The guy was the definition of a God; his hair shoulder length and a dark brown, eyes almost the same shade and arms muscular and tan underneath his black shirt which gripped his body in a sexy vice. Damn. The guy was holding a box and a plastic bag filled with a few groceries from the shop a few blocks away from the apartment tower, and his eyes were marked with concern and a little amusement as he took in Rose's hazardous appearance.
"I heard someone scream" he said "Are you okay?" He had a freaking Russian accent, Rose thought. Kill me. Instead of swinging down an invisible flight of stairs and falling into the stranger's arms, Rose wrapped her arms around her waist and smirked.
"Nothing I couldn't handle" she replied. The stranger stared at her for a moment, and then almost in a dreamlike stance, wrapped a finger from his spare hand around a piece of her hair and scrutinized it. Rose's breath caught, and her lips suddenly felt dry and she brushed away the urge to pull the Russian stranger forward and kiss him senseless. He smiled, almost like he knew what she was thinking, and dropped the piece of hair away and stepped back towards the open door which Rose had almost forgot. He's my new neighbough?
"You have bleach in your hair" he stated, a smirk bubbling on his lips. Rose glared at him, and he laughed wholeheartedly.
"You remind me of Rogue, out of X-men" He laughed, stepping into his apartment. "But a whole lot hotter".
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