Note: I came up with this short story a while ago and I recently got inspired to add a little more to it. I figured I would post it. I thought it was cute and funny. Hopefully, you feel the same. I didn't finish the story, like most of my stories, I write it little by little as I go.
"Bang, Bang, bang!"
Derek shifted in bed and tossed a pillow over his head to block the sudden disturbance, trying to get back into the nice deep sleep he was having a little bit ago.
"Bang, Bang, bang!"
Derek jumped up in bed, tired and annoyed by the loud ruckus.
"What the hell!?"
"Bang, Bang, bang!"
He groggily made his way out of bed with his hair all disheveled, his eyes were slightly closed, being that he still was not fully up.
Derek rubbed his tired eyes as he walked outside his home in just his tank top and pajama pants and barefoot. He headed in the direction of the obnoxious pounding noise.
He walked down the sidewalk to the next apartment over to see a moving truck sitting on the curb. The place had been vacant for some time now but by the looks of it, it looked like someone had recently bought it and was in the process of moving in.
The front door of the building was wide open and there was a slim, crème colored guy with short brown hair in a plaid button down shirt and blue jean pants standing in the doorway with a smile on his face, talking to a mover.
"Hey, hey!" Derek yelled to get his attention.
"Hey." The guy greeted friendly back.
"You must be my new neighbor." The man said, coming down his front porch and over to the sidewalk to stand in front of Derek.
"What?!" Derek voiced, in frustration.
It was way too early for Derek and the guy's friendly demeanor was rubbing him the wrong way.
"I mean, I'm your new neighbor. You have probably been here for years, but you're new to me." The guy clarified.
"What's with all the racket?!" Derek snapped.
The guy was taken back by Derek's crabby attitude.
"I'm trying to sleep and this is all I hear…" Derek said, going over to his new neighbor's trash can, giving it three forceful kicks, making a loud thrashing noise. The force causing the garbage can to fall on its side, in submission.
The new guy watched startled.
"It's eight in the morning!" Derek stressed, now panting from his angered deed.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You're right, that was very inconsiderate of me. I was in a rush to put up some pictures on the wall. I'm just eager to start living here." The guy explained, as he carefully made his way over to his trash can setting it back up on its side.
"I just have two more pictures to put up."
Derek gave him a death glare.
He gulped nervously seeing Derek's face.
"But I'll wait till after twelve to do it." He finished, not wanting to get on Derek's bad side.
"I'm Stiles by the way." He said, extending his hand out to Derek to shake.
Derek just stared at it from his spot.
"And you are?" Stiles asked, placing his hand to his side when he realized Derek wasn't going to be shaking it.
Derek looked Stiles in the eyes with a blank look on his face.
"Just think of me as the neighbor that likes it quiet."
"Okay?" Stiles replied timidly, as Derek turned back around and headed back to his building.