Yes people, yet ANOTHER story with a music band, fangirls, and high school. (I know it's, like, so over-used)

However, I hope you find it different from the others!

(Note: I will absolutely NOT resort to making up last names….no siree…oh yeah, and everyone's 17 : )

Disclaimer: If I owned it, Chrno's hair wouldn't be friggen purple. Sure he's cute and all but the purple just RUINS it all….ok onto the story…

Chrno stepped out of the busy store onto the wet sidewalk. Dark clouds loomed above, threatening to spill more rain. Chrno sighed, acknowledging the awful weather and started to head home, feet splashing in an occasional puddle. The eccentric purple-haired boy walked along the sidewalk, ignoring the frequent flyer for the new band's Nuns with Machine Guns's first concert.

He sighed again. He had no time for stuff like that. His daily routine being: Waking up, going to school, getting groceries, eating, and then sleep, left no space for extracurricular activities.

Basically, Chrno had no life whatsoever. However, that was going to change. He nonchalantly took the key out of his pocket to unlock his worn out apartment door, struggling to do this and hold his rather heavy groceries. Hey, he ate a lot of meat. (and he could've just put them down but he's too stubborn)

Unfortunately, gravity caused him to lose his equilibrium and ….drop the groceries. Or so he thought. He waited for everything to spill out on the wooden floor so he would have to clean it up and apologize to the landlady profusely for the mess.

But that never happened. He opened his eyes and saw two bright blue eyes smirking back at him. Chrno jumped, not exactly expecting to see a face about a hair's width away from his face. I mean, he hadn't even seen her come before he dropped everything.

The girl that had startled him, laughed, of all things, and handed him his bags.

"You almost dropped these-"

"Oh tha-" he started.

"-and thankfully I was here to save your sorry little butt from having to clean everything

up." The blonde newcomer smirked, again, as the insulted boy huffed.

"Well thank you." He angrily grabbed the bags from her and headed into his now unlocked place.

Expecting to never see this girl again, he rudely stuck out his tongue and slammed the door.

The girl stood there, unfazed, hands on her hips.

"Che. Hope he realizes I'm his new neighbor." She walked away to the door right next to his, chuckling.

Next Day

"WHAAATTT!" The hollering could be heard throughout the whole apartment building. "SHE'S MY NEIGHBOR!" There was a silence, probably someone replying in a normal volume voice. Then:

"I WILL ABSOLUTLEY NOT!" Silence. Everyone upstairs, downstairs, and around Chrno's room strained to listen to what would happen next.

"BUT-BUT-!"

"WOULD YOU STOP YELLING CHEWBACCA? MY EARS ARE BLEEDING HERE!" Apparently, the poor old landlady had lost her patience.

There was more silence, a crash, a yell of:

"YOU WILL DO IT, AND LIKE IT!" then the sound of someone stomping down the stairs. The ordeal was over.

Later

The blonde girl from before, looking up from her guitar, got up to answer the knocking at her door. She trudged through the unpacked mess, which would probably be there for months. Possibly years.

The ever so familiar smirk returned to her face when she saw the sorry sight in front of her at the door.

"Well, hello there. Haven't we seen each other from before?" Chrno just narrowed his eyes in return.

"You know I heard all of that yelling before, sounded like you were fighting with some girlfriend of yours or something." She of course knew he had been yelling about her being his new neighbor.

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"Surprising. With those looks, you could reel in quite a few suckers."

Chrno huffed another breath ignoring her latest comment.

"I'm Chrno. No surname. Nice to meet you." He said the last two words with plently of resent.

The new neighbor, placed her guitar to the side, and curtsied in a mock fashion.

"I am Rosette Christopher, guitarist and singer of the band, Nuns with Machine Guns. I will soon be attending Magdalen High. Pleasure to meet you." Rosette smiled with fake sweetness, and prepared to close the door.

Chrno's foot caught the door. She looked up, waiting.

"Magdalen High? Band?" He cringed. That was HIS school. That was the band that he saw on all of those flyers before. Obviously, God was on a coffee break.

Why me? he thought.

"I'm guessing that's your school, huh?" she inquired.

He nodded.

Rosette laughed, shutting the door.

As he walked away, there was a distant:

"SUCKS FOR YOUUU!"

A/N: KINDA Short…..oh well. So you're probably wondering what the landlady forced him to do. You'll see. Next'll be longer. Looks like Chrno's in for a hard rest of the year. Don't worry. They'll get closer (winkwink nudgenudge)

Please R&R