world; modern au. genre: i have no idea, (humor?) warnings; inappropriate foul language
Jack slammed the front door open.
"What the hell is it this time?" he screamed from across the hall, wondering if the kind lady who just moved in next door would tolerate their petty squabbles, he estimated she'd be out of the apartment in a week or so.
She mumbled something while she fumbled for her purse in front of her own quarters, cursing and saying something incoherent probably directed to him.
"What!" he yelled angrily, and he wasn't really in the mood to bear with her crap today, either. They've always had this hate-hate relationship, their annoying screams carried down to the ground floor, doors slammed at each others faces, fingers flying in the air.
Elsa turned to him, fuming, but it almost seemed like a blush under the dim light of the halls. "I said happy birthday, fucker!"
Then she slammed the door in his face.
He looked down at his feet, a chocolate cake with icing lettered 'STUPID' was just at his doorstep. No one else remembered his birthday; he smiled.
Maybe she wasn't so bad as he'd thought.
