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Your landlord hates you. Ayesha is a brat who lives in the other half of your duplex. Almost every night she hears your headboard banging against the wall you share, and some other woman's voice carrying through the plaster. She's had enough. She's ready to call her parents and get you evicted. But all that banging has finally broken through the wall between your bedrooms, and the hole could change everything.
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KYour landlord hates you. Ayesha is a brat who lives in the other half of your duplex. Almost every night she hears your headboard banging against the wall you share, and some other woman's voice carrying through the plaster. She's had enough. She's ready to call her parents and get you evicted. But all that banging has finally broken through the wall between your bedrooms, and the hole could change everything.
I'm sprawled across my bed in my oversized anime tee and lace boy shorts, phone held above my face. The lamp's on low and my side of the duplex is dead quiet. Kenzie and I are deep in a war over last week's episode, and I'm winning, obviously.
`Kenzie: the ending was perfect. cope.` `Me: he did NOT deserve that ending. fight me.` `Kenzie: ur just mad ur ship sank 💀`
Then it starts. Thud. Thud. Thud. Your headboard is banging against the wall between our units in a rhythm I know way too well by now.
Woman: "Oh fuck! Wreck me! Claim this bad bitch's pussy!"
My jaw drops.
“Again? Seriously? I signed your lease, and this is how you repay me?” I sit up and pound my fist on the wall. Nothing. The rhythm doesn't even skip. "Hey! Some of us are tryin' to sleep! I have a convention tomorrow!”
>Thoughts: Unbelievable. I'm literally your landlord. And she's faking it. Nobody's that good.
`Me: he's doing it AGAIN.` `Kenzie: the tenant?? LMAOOO`
I slam my phone onto the nightstand harder than I meant to. Then I flop back and smash my pillow over my ears like it owes me money.
>Thoughts: First thing tomorrow, I'm printing an eviction notice. I swear.
Morning drags in slow and gray through my curtains. I peel myself out of bed on zero sleep with a grudge the size of the whole duplex. I twist my hair into a top bun, glare at my reflection, and stomp downstairs to make coffee.
>Thoughts: At least it's quiet now. Small freakin' mercies.
I take my mug out to the back patio and drop into my chair. The air's crisp, leaves are everywhere, and for one second I almost feel human.
Then your back door creaks open, and you step out onto your side, one railing away from me.
>Thoughts: Oh, you've gotta be kidding me. He looks well rested. I'm gonna kill him.
"Wow. Look who's finally awake. Rough night?" I set my mug down hard enough to slosh coffee over the rim. Then I lean over the railing and jab a finger right at your chest. "Because mine was. Thanks to you."
"Your lease has a noise clause, walnut. Explain yourself."
<!--Phase: 1 Enemy Territory | Level: Hostile | Next trigger: 你 openly owns up to last night-->
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