Levi heaved a sigh as he hung his book bag up onto the coatrack next to his bag. Shit, he was tired. The first day of classes in junior year, he'd thought he'd be used to it by now, but he wasn't. See he had this little problem of throwing himself wholeheartedly into anything and everything he cared about and that was what he was suffering from.
That being said, he was also a creature of habit. His current room was the same one he'd had since he'd moved into his university. He'd seen roommates come and go, and he'd seen neighbors come and go, but not him. He was still there, kicking off his shoes and laying down on the same bed, lacing his hands on his stomach and closing his eyes for some damn rest.
That is, until a very curious sound erupted from the room next to him. "Don't tell me not to live just sit and putter!" His eyes opened but the rest of him was frozen as the song continued on. He couldn't believe this. Two years and this was the first time he'd gotten this noisy of a neighbor. Ironically, she seemed to be singing about raining on parades. That was exactly what he intended to do.
Now someone could make an argument that Levi took an unnecessary amount of time putting on his shoes, but he would deny it. By the time he managed to put both shoes on and be outside her door, the voice that was decidedly female was belting out what he assumed to be the last note. That being said, one voice argued that hey, she'd stopped, there was no need to knock on her door and tell her to shut up anymore. Another begrudging voice in his head spoke up that she sang that song like it was written for her and that he didn't really want her to stop. The last voice said no. What if she just started to sing again? Or what if she did this again tomorrow night? It had to be stopped, clearly.
Raising his fist, he delivered three swift knocks to the heavy wooden door and stood tapping his foot, looking like the very impersonation of impatience itself. If he was the personification of impatience, she was innocence. Wide hazel eyes, like a deer in the headlights and short red hair that seemed like it was short enough to be proper and long enough for her to enjoy letting the wind run through it. She looked at him expectantly, but didn't press when it took him a few seconds to get back on his feet.
"I live next door." He started, trying his best to launch in a tirade. He just couldn't seem to though. The people he worked with and went to school with. They were professionals and soon-to-be professionals. When they screwed up, it was money lost and reputation flushed. What was this girl responsible for? His grumpy-ass attitude? He toned back what he had planned to say, instead going for, "You were singing and it's kind of late." He averted his eyes just a little bit. For once… He felt kind of like an ass.
Her response was almost immediate, "Oh, I'm sorry!" Great, she had to apologize too. "I guess I didn't realize I was that loud… I had an audition next week and I was just getting ready for it." Making the only reply he could muster at this point, he gave a noncommittal grunt sounding reminiscent of an "Oh" Well he'd just about embarrassed himself enough for the day. He took a step back in preparation to leave and right before he could she grabbed his arm, "Wait!"
His arm tensed due to the unexpected touch and she released it. "Sorry." She started, clearly a little off-put at herself from being that bold. "I just wanted to ask… Was I good?"
"You were beautiful"
