This story idea came to me while I was driving after a breakdown. I came home and began writing immediately.

This story is an AU where Jimmy, Cindy and the gang all live in an Apartment Complex in Boston. This story will be entirely in Jimmy's POV. The obvious ship, is Jimmy/Cindy.

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Chapter One: Introductions

She moved in two weeks ago.

Apartment 23B. Second floor, first door on your right. Next to mine. She wore a pink fleece coat, blue jeans and boots. Blond hair pulled up into a ponytail. Pale skin and these green eyes that reminded me of the grass on a warm summer day. She didn't have many things, I noticed. Just a few different sized boxes and basic furniture. It was 9 AM when she moved in. I was just getting home from the Lab. My hair was a mess. Thick brown waves falling against my eyes. Blue. Just like my mothers. I had forgotten to take off my lab coat that day. I left in a hurry, grabbing my keys with barley a glance at my co-workers as I rushed out of the MIT Laboratory. Another all nighter for the books. But hey, at least I'm getting paid. Boston was a busy city, and traffic was a nightmare. I remember I could barley keep my eyes open by the time I finally pulled up to the Retroville Apartment Complex. I parked in my usual spot, on the street, right in front of the main entrance. That's when I saw her.

She didn't see me. She was far too busy yelling at the mover guys. Something about them screwing her over by charging her extra. She was loud. It was really hard not to over hear her conversation. Curses and words, that were clearly to large for either men to understand, were flung in their faces. She had both hands on her hips, blond ponytail waving in the wind. But they didn't seem to acknowledge her complaints. Which of course, only made her yell louder. I laughed to myself as I walked by. She still never noticed me. But a part of me wished she did.

She likes to go out onto the balcony and smoke cigarettes. She's out there every day. I would know. Her balcony is right next to mine and the smell of smoke travels through my screen door constantly. It drives me crazy. There was one night, I swear she was out there for two hours, just chain smoking. I almost went out there. Almost. Some nights I can hear her on the phone, screaming her lungs out at somebody. A boyfriend maybe? Girlfriend? I don't know. I don't really care. Her bedroom is right next to mine. And her voice carries through the walls. It drives me crazy.

She plays guitar. I noticed on her fourth day here. I heard her when I was in the kitchen. Getting another frozen dinner because lets face it, I'm a genius, but I can't cook for shit. She sat on the balcony, with her feet on the railing. Lounging in one of those cheep beach chairs they sell at Job Lot. Her blond hair was down, falling just to the middle of her back, tucked behind her ears. She played a song I didn't recognize, but it sounded good. I listened in my window for almost twenty minuets. I almost went out there. Almost. I ended up having to re-heat my dinner. But that's ok.

Some nights she comes home at 2 AM. Always storming through her front door, which slams and wakes me up. She cries on those nights. I try to ignore it, but the curious part of me wonders what makes her so upset? Sometimes she's not alone. Sometimes I can hear voices on the other side of the wall, soothing her cries. But she always kicks them out. Those nights she's up until five. I only know because I'm up until five some nights. Usually watching TV or pouring through my notes for the next day in the lab. I don't need sleep. Sleep takes up too much time in my day. Maria yells at me for dozing at the station, but I know she doesn't mean it. I'm her best guy, after all. She wouldn't dare fire me.

She moved in two weeks ago, and is still don't know her name. We've encountered each other on a few occasions, but never spoke. Like this morning, when I went down to check the mail, she had dropped her keys. I turned around to pick them up for her, but she beat me too it. That was the first time she ever looked at me. Her lips turned downward, she looked angry about something. She didn't say anything to me though. She just picked up her keys and continued on by. I almost called out after her. Almost.

It's late. Almost midnight as I sit here on the boring Saturday night. Carl had invited me out to some party, he lives in the apartment across the hall, but I hate parties. Too loud. To much social interaction. I told him I wasn't feeling well, which was absolutely a lie. I just didn't feel like dealing with the 'But you never do anything fun! All you do is work! You'll never get a girl by just sitting in your apartment!' A girl. Me? Get a girl? That's almost comical. I don't have time for girls, let alone relationships. I'm far too busy with the Lab. And School. And...you know, other things...You get the point. Me and girls aren't a good mix. Only when it comes to sex. Which, I hate to admit, I wish I had more of. But that's besides the point.

There's nothing on TV. Per usual. I've flipped through almost every damn channel I get with this basic cable package. Annoyed, I tossed the remote to the side. Finally moving from my couch for the first time in three hours. The popcorn bowl is empty now. My dinner, because I don't get paid until next Friday. I brought it over to the sink, placing it haphazardly with the rest of the dishes. I'm far to lazy to clean right now. Or, ever for that matter. I pushed open my bedroom door and laid down, on top of my blankets. Again, too lazy. I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would come easy tonight but-

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

It sounded like a hammer, banging a nail into a wall. Or, in this case, the side of the apartment building. At midnight. I sighed, turning over.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

It came again. This time louder. More aggressive. I sat up, annoyed. It didn't sound like it was coming from her bedroom. It was coming from outside. I got up, pushing my way back through my bedroom door. It came again.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

The balcony. It was coming from the balcony. I opened my sliding glass door, along with the screen and made my way out there. It's dark, so I flipped the switch for the light. And that's when I saw her. On her balcony, standing on some flimsy patio chair, a hammer in one hand and a nail in the other. She was trying to hang up Christmas lights at midnight.

Fucking. Midnight.

For the first time since she moved in, I called out to her.

"What the hell are you doing?"

She turned around at the sound of my voice, jumping slightly. As if she hadn't expected her escapades to wake someone up. She just glared at me. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"It looks like you're trying to hammer a nail into concrete." I shook my head. "That's not gonna work."

She narrowed her eyes even further at me. "How the hell do you know?"

"Because I'm a genius." I was a little too cocky. "Trust me."

She gave me the most incredulous look. "You're a genius?"

"That's what I said."

She huffed. Sighing loudly as she stood still motionless on top of the patio chair. It wobbled a bit.

I added in, "And you really shouldn't be standing on that. You're gonna fall."

She was quiet for a moment before finally saying, "Ok. Genius," she dragged out the word. "Tell me, then. How do I hang up these lights?"

I sighed. Was she really fucking serious right now? "It's midnight."

"So? Answer the question."

I shook my head, annoyed, but I still walked closer to the railing. There was about a four foot gap between our balcony's. I peered over, squinting due to the dim light. She just stared at me. It sort of made me uncomfortable.

"You have to try and get the nail between the bricks."

She rolled her eyes. "That's what I've been trying to-"

"No." I interrupted. "You were trying to just nail it directly into the concentrate. That's a near impossible task."

She sighed again. But she didn't argue further like I expected. Instead, she placed the nail in between the two brinks, just like I recommended, and started to hammer.

The nail went in after the second one.

"See." I motioned my hand towards the nail. "I told you."

"Oh, are you one of those guys? The 'I told you so' types?" She shot back at me.

"Why are you even hanging up Christmas lights in the first place?" I argued back. "It's June."

She rolled her eyes again. "They're not Christmas lights, they're welcome lights."

I gave her a curiously agitated look. "Welcome lights?"

"Yeah, you know," she continued. "Like, the white ones? They're like porch lights...They're pretty."

All I did was sigh. I shook my head and started to turn around back to my sliding glass door. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to bed now. Or at least, I'm gonna try."

"Wait!"

I stopped halfway through the door. I turned back. "What?" I asked, a little aggressive.

She hesitated, only for a moment, before asking, "What's your name?"

I blinked. Oh. Right. She doesn't know my name. "It's Jimmy."

She nodded silently as she got down from the patio chair. She made her way over to the railing. "I'm Cindy."

A name. She told me her name. "Nice to meet you, Cindy."

"You too." She said. I've never seen green eyes quite like her's before. "Have a good night..." She paused before adding with a smirk, "Genius."

I couldn't help but chuckle. I mimicked her words. "You too."

I made it back to my bedroom, shutting the door quietly as I got into bed. Still, on top of the blankets. I heard the banging again, but I wasn't as annoyed was I was earlier.

Cindy.

She had a name now.