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CH Summary: My neighbour has a really squeaky bed and my bedroom is right below theirs AU
Character focus: Anna and Hans
Anna stopped typing the instance she heard the squeaking coming from the floor above. She stared into her computer screen, trying to gain back her flow, before the noise came back, this time with a loud thump.
"Oh my god…oh my god, oh my god, omigoooddd…" she hissed, slamming the laptop shut and throwing her blankets in a heap. She left her warm, comfortable bed to throw, over her pajamas, her jacket. She hopped into her boots, not bothering with the laces.
Her situation was simple. She was finishing her last semester at college, and she needed a place to stay that was relatively close to work. After much insistence, she's staying with her sister's friend, Kristoff. He was nice, responsible, and distant - a brother to look after her when Elsa couldn't. The neighborhood was also lovely. Coffee shops, book stores, dine ins, parlor shops, parks. A school and a mall a few ways off. Pretty things upon pretty things. That's all well and good, she thought, but the apartment was another matter.
Chipped paint, groaning stairs, fluorescent light bulbs that flickered, and thin walls. The doors were faulty too, because they always seemed to make such a racket no matter how gently one tries to shut them.
She's out in the hallway, slamming the door closed and not bothering to hear the click before going up the stairs, two at a time.
Um, hi. My name's Anna and I live a floor below you. Crazy thing, but I haven't been able to get any work done the last few days and never mind sleep! It's just maybe you should change your bed or move it to a different room or something, because I can hear it all the way down where I am and I really, really am starting to feel like I want to-
Elsa always did tell her to mind her temper. Kristoff called her miss feisty pants.
With a huff, she finishes the last step and readies herself, about to knock at her offender's door when she halts.
Chipped paint, groaning stairs, fluorescent light bulbs that flickered, doors that were faulty too, because they always seemed to make such a racket no matter how gently one tries to shut them. And thin walls.
She retracts her hand before it even lands on the wood. Color rises to her cheeks when she hears two voices, and male and a female. They may not be loud, but the walls are thin. Various murmurings. Creaking. A solitary girlish moan.
"Oh my god…oh my god, oh my god, omigoooddd…" Anna mutters, recovering from that split second of embarrassment. Now she was just furious. She's familiar enough with these exploits back when she was dorming, but the very thought that these past few days of interrupted sleep was because of this makes her shed the little self control she had mustered prior. Beyond shame, she gave three quick raps on the door (that were faulty too, because they always seemed to make such a racket), and said sharply, "some people are trying, you know, to get actual sleep in bed!"
With a kind of devilish satisfaction, she heard the bed springs stop abruptly. Her lips curled to the deflated voice of a male saying something like, "aw, crud. Do you want to, er, maybe head back to your place…"
Objectively, he had a really nice voice, like silk. So her neighbor was a man.
Silence, before she recognized the movements going about in the room, and it occurred to her she should leave before they made their way out.
Good. As long as she didn't have to spend another night with this nonsense, she couldn't care less where her neighbor wanted to do the deed. With a huff, she went back downstairs, willing to call it a night.
Hans stepped out of the building, a bit peeved. The night has gone well enough, despite the small interruption in between. The sun was shining, and his lover cooked him breakfast before he left. She asked him if last night was fun for him too. He said yes.
Her place was nice, even better than his.
Still, it was hard not to be slightly annoyed when somebody, a girl judging by her voice, killed the mood just when things were going so well last night. He had to work up the same atmosphere all over again, not to mention where he was now was highly inconvenient with him getting to school on time.
He checked the time - 1:54 p.m. His class begins at 2:30. He sighs as he makes his way to the station.