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Song of the Chapter: Crushcurshcrush by Paramore.

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Chapter 5: Dirty Laundry.

"Please, Ally?" Her Latina best friend pleaded again for the umpteenth time. "Come on, you might meet the new neighbors there."

"Trish, you told me that you would do the laundry this week," Ally shook her head "I did the laundry last week and the week before that. You promised."

"Yeah, but the thing is..." Trish grimaced "Carrie called in sick today so I have to take her shift at Shredder's and Jace is coming today as well, so I don't think there's time for me to do the laundry today. Please, Ally, I promise I'll do laundry for two weeks if you do it today."

The Brunette thought for a moment, her brow furrowed from thinking "Why don't you just do the laundry with Jace? You'll still be spending quality time with him, so it's like hitting two birds with one stone." she suggested.

Trish gave her a flat stare "How can you even consider washing dirty laundry with Jace 'quality time'? Is that your definition of a perfect date? You seriously need to get a boyfriend, Ally..."

Ally glared at her, throwing a pillow from across the room(although it miserably failed to even reach the direction where Trish was). "Nope, you're doing the laundry today." she shot back.

"Ally, please?"

"No."

"Come on, Ally, you might meet the new neighbor that just moved in last week on Mrs. Daniels' old flat. Mindy says one of them was really cute. He could be your boyfriend and you two could have like laundry dates or something."

"Mindy's definition of cute is way different than my definition of cute, for all I know that cute guy that he's talking about could be that Chuck guy from the apartment upstairs!"

They both laughed for a few minutes. Then after that Ally finally agreed to Trish's request. "Fine, I'll do it but you'll do laundry for two weeks and wash the dishes next week as well."

"Gosh, Ally, you're worse than Hazel!" Trish groaned but didn't protest anymore- it was the best she could get out of from the situation and she'd do anything just to not spend time with Jace doing their dirty laundry.

And with that Trish left Ally on their very average apartment(two bed rooms, one bathroom, a kitchen and a living room and a small spare closet that was filled with all of Trish's shoes), heading to Shredder's Beach Club.

Ally sighed as she head to Trish's room to get her laundry basket and then to her room to get hers as well before going down to the laundry room.

The laundry room was at the basement of their apartment complex, and since it was still early in the morning(it was just 8 a.m.), there was no one in there. Which Ally was grateful for- doing your dirty laundry with a stranger in your apartment complex wasn't entirely that flattering.

What she first did was to separate the clothes; from the colored ones to the white ones, then the jeans and skirts and dresses, and of course the undergarments.

Now, normally when doing laundry, the shirts and jeans go to the washing machine first. But for Ally, she drops the undergarments first because she didn't want anyone to walk in on her washing her(and Trish's) undergarments.

It was a good thing that she did those first, too because just as she transferred the damp pieces of clothes to the drying machine someone walked in the laundry room.

The person was about the same age as she is- 23 years old. He had messy blonde mop of hair and he was wearing casual clothes- knee-length shorts and a muscle shirt.

She didn't think she had seen him before in their building. She had to admit he was really cute, too. But she wasn't that desperate to have a boyfriend that she'd flirt with this guy. Wait, was she actually thinking that this guy was "boyfriend material"?

She shook the thought out of her. 'Focus, Ally.' she told herself 'You have some laundry to do!'

"Uh," she heard him clear his throat "Sorry for asking but, uh... h-how do you... like..." he trailed off as she looked him, rubbing the side of his neck. He clutched the laundry basket between his hip and one of his hands.

"I'm guessing you don't do this often?" she smiled at him, noticing how uneasy he looked like. He nodded.

"Is it that obvious?" he let out an embarrassed laugh.

"Just a little bit." she giggled "And, uh, you might wanna sort those out first..." she pointed at the basket of clothes.

"Sort it out?"

"Right... what I mean is that you should separate your clothes. May I?" she walked towards him, gesturing at the laundry basket.

"Oh, please do whatever it is that has to be done." he set the basket in front of her.

She bent down to pick at the clothes "As I was saying, you might want to sort these out first. Separate the clothes from the colored ones to the white ones. You wouldn't want to have a colored sock or handkerchief to get into a pile of white shirts- it turns everything into that color."

He nodded and watched her go through his entire wardrobe, placing the white t-shirts on top of the washing machine and left the colored ones and jeans in the basket. She stopped mid-way through the basket(and thank god, she did because all his underwear were at the bottom of the basket).

"Um... uh, that's h-how you should start..." she said, standing up straight and looking at him with her doe eyes. That he thinks are absolutely gorgeous and the perfect color of Chocolate Brown.

"Oh, uh y-yeah... thanks." he nodded before sorting it out himself.

"You're welcome." she smiled at him then turned back to her own laundry, relieved that she actually first washed the undergarments- they were already in the drier.

Silence fell. They never did spoke again after that. She finished her laundry way before he did and she left, not even saying goodbye to him or asking for his name. Which was a dumb move.

But she tried not to let that get to her. Something tells her that she'll be having more encounters with that cute Blondie.

'Wait, cute Blondie?! Really Ally?' she scolded herself, shaking her heard vigorously. 'How can you even-'

"You met the new guys didn't you?" Trish snapped her out of her thoughts, the Latina was standing by the threshold of her room.

"What?! Pfft... n-no..." she denied, the pitch of her voice going a tad higher than normal.

The Latina snickered at her "Yeah, right..." she mocked her.

"Why are you even still here?" Ally shot back, sending her best friend a half hearted glare- the Latina knew her too well.

Trish shook her head at her in amusement. "I forgot my keys," she waved the keys in her hands.

"Okay, okay. Whatever." she rolled her eyes.

"So, you really did meet one of them? Did you ask for his name? Was he even cute?"

"Yes, I met one of them!" Ally answered, throwing her hands up in surrender and exasperation "No, I did not ask for his name and yes, he was a little cute but he's not the Redhead Mindy was talking about- this one's Blonde."

"Oh, a Blondie!" Trish teased "This is a one up from the previous Brunettes you dated before. But why didn't you ask for his name?"

Ally groaned "Ugh, don't even remind me of those idiots. And I didn't want or need his name or number or whatever." she snapped a little.

"Okay, just asking." she held her hand up in surrender as she exited their apartment. "He's from apartment C3." she cheekily added.

"Whatever, I don't really care." she scoffed, although Trish wasn't there anymore.

The next day, she was making her way out of their apartment complex to get the groceries because, apparently, Trish got so tired of working and hanging out with Jace the previous day that she begged Ally to get the groceries as well.

"Hey, D5!" she heard someone call, from behind her as she walked down the stairs(she would've used the elevator but it's broken).

"What?" she turned around and saw the Blonde from yesterday.

"Right, yeah..." he scratched the back of his head as he caught up to her, going down the stairs as well "Well, uh... you live at apartment D5, right? You're the girl who helped me with my laundry yesterday..."

"Oh, right yeah..." she acted as if she just remembered who he was "Apartment C3, right? You're the new guy that just moved in at Mrs. Daniels old flat."

"Yup." he nodded, stuffing his hands on the pockets of his Grey hoodie. "So, where are you going?"

"To the grocery store." she replied "And why are you wearing a hoodie? You're in Miami and it's like 96 degrees out."

His gorgeous Hazel Brown eyes went wide. He didn't think she would notice it but she did. "Oh, really I was just about to go there as well..." he avoided her question. "Mind if I come along with you?"

She raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk tugging at her lips. He looked cute when he was flustered. "Really now?" she knew exactly what he was doing, but decided to just play along "I guess you could come-"

"Great! That's awesome-"

"But," she started again and his boyish grin dropped "I usually don't trust guys who don't answer my questions. So, tell me again why you're wearing a hoodie at a time like this?"

He smiled sheepishly at her "Hehe, yeah about that... my roommate's red sock kinda got into the pile of white shirts that I have in my laundry yesterday, so you were right. It does turn everything into that color... so, I'm heading out to buy at least one white shirt."

"What really?" she was suppressing the urge to laugh because that would be rude. "How can your roommate's sock get lost in your laundry?"

"Well, he actually asked me do his laundry for him because he was going out with his girlfriend." he explained as they exited the apartment complex. "Bit annoying, really. It was his turn to do laundry this week..."

"I get you." she nodded "My roommate was supposed to do laundry and grocery this week as well, but yesterday she was out with her boyfriend and today she was sick."

"Well, then I guess I better thank your roommate."

She frowned at him "What for?"

He smirked "If it weren't for her then I wouldn't have met you then you wouldn't have helped me with my laundry; although it still didn't end so well with me, I think it would've been worse if you didn't help me... But I think you owe me another laundry tutorial."

She chuckled, ignoring his flirty comment and the faint pink tainting her cheeks. "I don't know... I mean, why does my roommate, who you've never met before, get a thank you from a guy that I helped but I don't?"

The Blonde's smirked turned into a real smile "How about I take you out for coffee then? As a thank you for helping me yesterday and today?"

"Today?" she looked at him with confused eyes.

"Well, I was hoping you'd help me pick a shirt at the mall."

This boy was really persistent and very straightforward- not that there's anything wrong with that- she actually like guys who are not afraid to express their feelings and very good at expressing them. And really, what's the harm in helping him out right? She was being a good neighbor for helping him.

"I'll think about it..." she teased. Usually, she doesn't get all flirty with guys she just met but there was just something about this Blonde that made her feel giddy. "Just tell me one thing."

"I'll take that as a yes. And ask away."

"What's your name?"

He smiled "It's Austin." he held his hand out to her "What about you? What's your name?"

She giggled, taking his hand "It's Ally." she said.

"Well, then Ally I'm really looking forward to our coffee date today and our laundry date tomorrow."

She smiled at him, not contesting about the fact that he just declared an official date between them or the fact that he didn't let go of her hand when she shook his.

Coffee dates and laundry dates? Yeah, this guy is a keeper.

A/N: Awwwwweeeeee, guys I hope you all liked this! I enjoyed writing it and gave myself some feels when I wrote the ending because I just find it so cute! Eeeekkkkk! :""""""""""""]

Anyway, for those of you following my IYAA story I just posted a new chapter last night(sorry if it took so long but I had no internet connection for two days and the update should've been last Friday but I'm hoping that the length of the chapter will make it up to you) Hehehehe. :D

As always, I have more one shots to come and I'm always open for requests and prompts from you guys, just leave me a review or message me. I swear I don't bite guys, you can talk to me. =)

~Lou