Chapter 2 Noisy Neighbor
Another week had slowly gone by and your neighbor was still being too loud. You didn't know how much more of this you could take, you were tired all the time, and you couldn't even focus on your work with all the wanton moans seeping through your walls. God, I mean how many times did a person need to get laid, in honestly you yourself could get laid once and then be could for three weeks at the most, but your neighbor on the other hand was the complete opposite.
He was getting laid left and right like every other day. You laid in bed and glared at your ceiling with your red irises. Something had to be done, either you would have to just deal and buy some ear plugs, or you had to go next door again and beg Gamzee to keep it down. You had a feeling you would have to go with option number two, only because money was a bit tight, really tight, it's really pathetic when you can't even afford ear plugs, but you blamed it on the sexy troll next door.
If you had been focused and gotten your work done like you were supposed to, you would have gotten your pay check yesterday. You rolled over and stared at your alarm clock whose bright green numbers stared back at you. It was 11'oclock and the moans, groans, grunts, and thumps hadn't even so much as faltered. You Groaned loudly and quickly covered your head with your pillow, but even that didn't seem to help.
"That's it!" you yelled before jumping up, walking over to your door, and throwing it open. You pounded harshly at Makara's door; the moans stopped and were replaced by footsteps. The door slowly opened revealing a shirtless Gamzee with messy hair and glazed eyes. "Can I help you motherfucker?" he spoke in a raspy voice. "Yes you motherfucking can!, I'm fucking sick of this shit, I'm tired and I can't fucking sleep with all the noise you're making!" you yelled.
You were in raged, mostly because you were so sleep deprived, and also because you had lost your cool, which you never usually did. The troll smiled sloppily at you, "Look Makara, I'm not going to tell you again, Keep it down" you hissed. Gamzee's smile only widened, you rolled your eyes, "What's so funny?" you hissed. "I didn't know you had red eyes, those things are motherfucking miracles" he grinned and leaned close to your face. You quickly covered your eyes and growled in frustration. You had left your shades under your pillow; you couldn't help but wonder what else could go wrong.
You could feel the taller male's warm breath on your hands, he had gotten closer. It really was a good thing your face was covered, because you had a feeling you were blushing…just a bit. "Gamthee" came a voice from the juggalo's room. You peeked through your fingers and watched as Gamzee pulled back a bit, "Just a minute Sollux" he called back. "Alright, I'll keep it down…but you have to do something for me"
"Oh? Alright what do I have to do?" you sighed. "Tell me your name" the Capricorn crossed his arms and smirked. "…Dave…Dave Strider" you grumbled before turning and heading back to your room. "Goodnight then Mr. Strider" Makara chuckled deeply before going back into his room and shutting the door behind him. You sighed again and let your hands fall from your face, "well…at least things will be a little quieter" you thought to yourself.
You happily climbed back into bed and pulled the blankets around yourself before laying your head down on your softly black pillow and closing your eyes. "Fuuuuck Gamthee!" a scream was heard from Makara's room. You groaned loudly, and whined. "SHUT UP!" you yelled at the top of your lungs.
…Be Gamzee…
It was three in the morning now, sollux was passed out, but you were still up. You couldn't get the sexy blonde from next door out of your head, even his name was motherfucking sexy. You needed more ways to get him to come over, this was becoming somewhat of a game to you, and you would make sure that you were the winner.
You leaned back in your chair and took another inhale of your weed before blowing t out into the air. You stared at sollux who was sprawled out on your bed and couldn't help but wish that he was the so called Dave Strider. Fuck, you wanted him in your bed so bad, lying beneath you panting and begging you for mercy. The voice in your head laughed evilly at the thought, you smiled and leaned your head back before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.