After 3 hours of laying in bed I decided it was finally time to get up and go yell at the bastard next door.

It was 2 a.m and I had work the next day, and this new neighbor is seriously in for a rude awakening if he does not turn off the fucking music ASAP.

"This is fucking ridiculous. How has no one called the cops?" I said aloud to myself. Then I realized it was because most of these flats were owned by drug dealers or thugs and they're mainly squatters so they can't say anything.

I stormed out of my room my anger taking over every aspect of my brain. I didn't bother putting on shoes since we lived in an indoor apartment building with paper walls.

I made a short U-turn from my door to the one only a few feet to the left of my apartment where the old metal music was booming from.

Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the classics, but seriously? At 2 in the morning?

I banged on the door as hard as I could waiting impatiently. After a moment the music stopped, and I dropped one hip, placing the other on it strumming my fingers waiting for the door to open.

The door swung open and there he stood, a scowl on his face.

He was tall, with a bit of stubble on his chin and cheeks. He was wearing a plain white v-neck tee-shirt and some plaid flannel pajamas. His blue eyes were bright and misty as he looked me up and down, his scowl becoming a smirk. He leaned on the door frame crossing his arms, tilting his head a bit.

"Hello sweetheart, how may I help you this fine evening?" He asked with a cocky tone in his voice. I watched his eyes fall from my face, to below my shoulders.

"Actually it's the morning. 2 am to be exact." I snarked back with a fake forced smile, spite dripping off my words. His eyes flicked back up to my hazel ones.

"Is it now?" He asked, his blue orbs narrowing a tad, a fake look of interest overcoming his face as he nodded.

"Yeah," I said nodding as though I were speaking to the 4 year olds I used to teach, "So I would really appreciate it if you would do us all a favor, and play your Axel Rose when it's not the middle of the fucking night." I said my voice raising a bit with my cuss.

"Such a foul mouth for such a pretty set of lips." He said his eyes moving to my lips, and once again for the third time dropping to below my shoulders.

"Hey dickhead, I know your pupils must be really heavy, but can we try to aim them up at mine for just a few minutes at a time?" I crossed my arms over my chest, shifting my weight and dropping my hip to the other side

"Hey I'm sorry, but it's not very often a sexy thing such as yourself marches her way to my apartment in the middle of the night to yell at me without putting on any pants."

I had a moment where I reflected in thought on this whole situation.

I looked down to see that I was indeed not wearing any pants. My white tank top resting just at the curve of my waist, and my blue and red underwear with the Superman symbol on the front was completely exposed.

"Not that I have a problem with it of course. Plus, Superman always was my favorite hero as a kid." He said uncrossing his arms and pointing at my panties. His eyes resting on my no-no-zone for a moment befor flicking uo to my eyes again with a smirk.

I sneered at him. "Oh really? I would have pegged you for a Batman kind of guy, or maybe go Marvel and be Spider Man." I forced myself to stay calm.

He kind of smiled at me shaking his head, "No no really. Superman was always my favorite."

I shook my head at him, my red rats nest of hair falling over my eyes. "Just keep the music down okay? The walls are thin." I turned and headed back to my flat without another word.

"Hey no problem neighboor." He remarked waving to my retreating figure and closing the door.

I walked back into my flat and finally uncrossed my arms.

"Fuuuuck." I remarked falling back into my bed. "You just had to go complain didn't you?" I complained to myself.

I heard the sound of my neighbor through the wall. His flat was the same as mine but reversed. I heard him sink into his bed, and I heard the springs strain to support his weight.

"I hate neighbors." I whispered to myself.

Drew's P.O.V

"Damn" I thought to myself after closing the door. Feisty little thing. And I mean tiny! She must have only been 5 feet tall. The body was killer though.

I turned off my stereo, still not accustomed to East Coast time zone. As much as I missed L.A, something about the half naked neighbor next door took my mind off of home.

I wandered into my bedroom, sitting down on the bed looking around my half unpacked room.

I fell back onto my bed smiling to myself in thought of my her. With her hair curly and tangled, her eyes half closed from sleep, her shapely slim pale legs matching her similarly pale smooth hips. Her waist was thin, and her breasts were petite and she wasn't wearing a bra.

And those underwear. I have never seen something so fucking adorable be so damn hot at the same time. That plus her sarcasm.
I heard the sound of movement coming from my right. I looked to the wall, and listened. No sounds came around, so I knocked twice on the wall to see how thin they really were.

"What?!" Replied an angry fiesty voice. I sucked in air through my lips.

"Damn girl calm down." I said with a smile on my face, thankful she couldn't me.

"UGH! Infuriating."

"Such angry words. I might start to think you don't like me." I said back with fake hurt in my voice. She looked really cute when she was angry. Especially with that New York accent.

"Oh no, wouldn't want you thinking that would we?" She replied sarcasm dripping off her words.

"What's your name gorgeous?" I asked through the wall.

There was a pause for a bit, and I figured she wouldn't tell me. I was about to say something else when she spat back, "Katelyn."

I smiled. Katelyn. Good name for a sexy feisty redhead.

"Katelyn. I like that." I said loud enough for her to hear.

"Well I'm glad my name pleases you." She remarked sarcastically again.

"Good night Katelyn." I said, she didn't reply.

New York gets more and more appealing the longer I stay.

I heard the unfamiliar sound of water running. I blinked my eyes open, looking at my phone.

5:45

"What the fuck?" I stood up, unable to go back to sleep and stepped into my dark bathroom.

The water was coming from the bathroom next door.

Ah the sexy redhead. The memories came flooding back into my mind.

Why does she get up so damn early? I walked back into my bedroom, laying on my bed. I kind of felt like a creep listening to her shower run, but it wasn't like I was doing it on purpose. She was in there for like 40 minutes. I'm surprised she didn't just drown.
It was 6:40 before I remembered I needed to meet with the directer at 7:30 for the script.

I got up quickly and took a fast shower, and threw on my dark wash jeans, my Ramones t-shirt and my hoodie. I slipped on my plain vans and was out the door at 7. Oddly enough so was Katelyn. She turned around to lock the door as I was closing mine.

I smiled over at her, "Good morning Katelyn."

She was wearing black skinny jeans and a short faded teeshirt with the words "Have a nice day. Dump your boyfriend." circling a smiley face and a jacket. The jeans showed off her hips, thighs, and perky little ass nicely.

Her hair was in a messy curly bun on top of her head with a few strands falling out, and a pair of bright orange glasses on her nose. She was holding a few files and a giant cup of coffee in her hands.

Her hazel eyes seemed to darken when she saw me.

"Morning." She forced out.

"You headed to work?" I asked walking side by side with her down the stairs.

"No." She said dragging out the word with a small smirk on her face.

"Then what is keeping you up at 5:45 in the morning?" I asked curiously. My eyes fell from her face to her perfect little hips that I didn't at all notice would fit perfectly in my hands.

"You were listening to me shower?" She asked looking at me with wide eyes. Her glasses slid down her nose a bit making her look like a sexy little librarian.

"The walls are thin." I said mimicking what she had said earlier this morning.

She shook her head, causing the bun on top of her to shake as well. "Whatever."

"I didn't peg you for a coffee drinker."

"I'm not." She replied without further explaination.

We reached the bottom of the stairs and exited the building.

"Well it was lovely to walk with you this morning." I said shoving my hands in my pockets and giving her my most charming smile. She glared at me and saw right past it.

"Yeah. I'm sure." She replied sarcastically with a bit of attitude.

"Whew. Feisty one you are." I said as the wind picked up and blew my hair back. I watched as she placed her stuff into her beat up little yellow bug.

"Nice car." I remarked with a smile.

She slid into the drivers seat with her coffee shouting out, "His name is Defunct."

She started the engine and just like that she was gone. Leaving me, alone in the wind with nothing back the image of her in my head.

I looked at where she used to be letting my mind wonder, before shaking it off. "Nah." I whispered to myself.

A/N: Okay so this first chapter is kind of short but I write it pretty fast. So Drew Fuller was my biggest crush on Charmed and is my seconded favorite/sexy actor (The first of course being Tom Hiddleston *Shudders*) So R&R what you think! 3 -burn321