Random fact: Across the Hall was one of the suggested names that was put up for the Series, Friends.
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Across the Hall
"Good morning" I called out to him as I closed my door behind me, placing my keys and wallet into my purse.
"Is it?" Was the low, croke return I got back.
Turning around I met his face. Pale, dark eyes, his hair more messed up than usual. Also he wasn't wearing his sharp suit that he usually wore. He was in sweats instead with some battered t-shirt. He still looked good though.
"Casual Friday?" I asked with a small smile and a raised eyebrow. He greeted me with a small smile back, and though I knew it was plastered on just to amuse me, it still made my heart stutter.
I needed to stop this. This thing. My lust filled thoughts.
He shook his head to answer me. "No. I'm not working today. Actually, I'm in the middle of moving Tanya out." He shrugged.
I wasn't surprised and I didn't pretend to be. I had heard it go on for months.
I nodded in response "I thought something had been off for some time now," I told him sympathetically.
"Some time? What gave you that idea, Bella?" He smiled a little tense smile. "The fact that she hasn't lived here for months?"
"I didn't mean to be rude." I apologised, dropping my eyes. I should never have made the comment. He wouldn't want me to be aware that his relationship had been slowly heading down the toilet for the past six months.
He laughed a little as he leaned up against the door of his apartment. "Bella Swan, you are never rude. It's been a long night. I didn't mean to sound like I was snapping. Despite how I'm looking, this is the most relived I've felt in months. It's over. She's-I'm packing up her stuff and... and no more arguments." He sighed and closed his eyes.
He was shattered, completely worn out and I could understated the relief he talked about.
His eyes snapped open. "Anyway. I should let you get to work," He shrugged. "Maybe I'll catch you around later."
The music pulsed against my wall and all I could hear was the loud boom of Emmett's voice over the top of it and it was driving me insane.
It was like a frat party next door.
Going by the look on Edwards face this morning however, it looked like a good drink was what he was needing so I wasn't going to go next door and bitch. It was a Friday night after all. It was only bad luck that tonight I was stuck inside and having to listen.
I headed for bed knowing I was going to to anything but sleep. Perhaps though, maybe I would hear Edwards voice through the wall.
Throwing myself into bed, I instantly jumped back up with fright at the knocking on my apartment door.
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