I thought lf this in Psychology class and had to write it. I hope it distracts everyone from the angst of the show. Enjoy!

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Grant could hear her music blaring through the walls, some loud, catchy pop music. He groaned and rolled over, pressing his pillow into his face. How was she still up? It was three o'clock in the morning and that music had been blasting since he got home at five. Not that this was an isolated incident. She did this all the time. You would think Grant would have gotten used to it by now, but he liked sleep. He didn't know what she had against it.

Fully giving up on sleep but not on making the music stop, he got out of bed and stomped over to her door, banging on it. The music paused and the door swung open, revealing a grinning Skye dressed in tiny pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt. And if he stares at her legs, he'll never admit it.

"Hey, neighbor. Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" he glared at her as she appraised him, eyes taking in his t-shirt and boxers. It made him feel vulnerable and he hated that. He wished she would just move out already. He had been living in this apartment building a year ago, and she moves in a little over a month ago and acts like she owns the place.

"It's three in the morning," he growled.

She shrugged, "So?"

"So? So some people like to sleep at night."

"That's boring," she dismissed, "I'd much rather work."

"Oh, right. Your blog," he sneered, "that's not work, that's a hobby. Why don't you just get a real job?"

She glared at him, and if it intimidated him a little bit, he'd never tell her that, "Okay. First of all, blogging is a real job. I get paid," she said, staring him down, "And second, what is a real job anyway? Personal training?"

"What's wrong with personal trainers?"

"All you do is teach rich bimbos how to do jumping jacks so you can stare at their boobs for an hour. At least my followers know how to read."

"My clients know how to read," he defended. Well…there was Brittani….Hanna…Levi…..

Skye laughed harshly, "Sure, Robo. Keep telling yourself that."

He glared at her, "Turn your music down."

She rolled her eyes and he stormed back to his apartment, slamming the door. When he got back to his room, he fell back onto his bed, pressing his face into his pillow and sighing. Finally, the music was gone.

And then…..

The music boomed through the speakers pressed against the other side of his wall so loud his bed frame actually vibrated. He groaned, yelling in frustration. He sat up and banged on the wall behind his head.

"Skye! I swear, if you don't turn that music down….." he said, leaving the threat unfinished.

"You'll what?" she called back, laughter in her voice, "Punish me? Make me do pull-ups until my arms fall off?" she mocked.

"I was thinking of something a little different than exercise."

"Ooh," she said and he immediately regretted saying anything. "Are you talking about something….kinky?" she asked entirely too loud.

"Shut up, Skye," he said and she laughed.

"Only if my mouth is otherwise occupied."

He was glad the wall separated them so she couldn't see his slight blush. He pounded on the wall again half-heartedly, laying back down on his bed and burrowing under the blankets, trying to block out the blaring music as best he could.

If she wanted to blare her music when other people were sleeping, fine. Two can play at that game…..

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So tell me what you think! I should have an update up soon. And how about "A Fractured House"? I kind of freaked out over how they were treating Grant. And Christian...its

been one episode and I already hate him. Also, for anyone who is wondering about an update for A Convenient Friendship, I should have an update up soon, but as always, any ideas are welcome.