Yessssss I feel this !!!
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You knew it was wrong to use someone else’s WiFi to complete your assignments, but fuck it! Your parents were really struggling to get by and couldn’t afford to get internet.
So here you were, alone in your room with your back pressed against the wall. You had been pulling up all sorts of scholarly articles in order to complete this essay that was due in a couple of days.
If you had a choice, you would be able to complete all of your assignments at school and wouldn’t have to resort to using your neighbor’s WiFi connection.
However, your school definitely had other idea as your teachers kept assigning you even more work to do.
Thanks to your thin walls, you heard your neighbor walk around the room all while complaining about how slow his internet was. This made you freeze as you momentarily stopped typing, pressing your ear against the wall to listen in. The guilt was definitely beginning to settle in as you clenched your eyes shut while muttering a silent prayer.
‘Please don’t come here, please don’t come here, please please please please-‘
You hear an exasperated groan followed by the sounds of a door slamming open. Not daring to breathe, you listened as the sound of his footsteps became softer and softer….
Just as you breathed out a relieved sigh, you jumped upon hearing several hard knocks against your door. Gulping, you shut your laptop and assumed that it was your pissed off neighbor coming to confront you about you mooching off of his internet connection.
With shaky hands, you open the door to be met with a boy around your age with a sour expression on his face. The only thing you saw was his scowl as you immediately bowed your head down all while apologizing profusely.
As you explained your situation to him, you didn’t notice the way his eyes widenened before softening slightly, becoming a bit dreamy as he listened to the sound of your voice. You didn’t know this, but you were quite cute to him, and he found himself developing a tiny bit of a crush on you.
He found your stutter to be adorable.
He found the way your hair was styled to be quite fitting as it further accentuated your face.
He just thought you were so endearing to him that he couldn’t stay mad at you.
“H-Hey, it’s okay, I get it now.” You finally stop apologizing when he speaks as you look back up at him. Seeing that his scowl was now replaced with a sheepish smile and a blush, you felt your heart skip a beat at finally being able to see him.
‘Damn, this boy is hot…’
He scratches the back of his neck before slowly holding out a hand to you, “M-My name’s Peter, and you c-can come by and finish your homework at m-my place.”
You blush and nod before taking his hand, telling him your name, “I…I’m [name] and I think I’d like that.”
Anything Goes event: http://parkerbenjaminpete.tumblr.com/post/175411599946/agsjshshwjdhshs