روايات وقصص ضمن 100 Ways To Annoy Your Neighbor

'How to make Biryani recipe' and 'Scarlet, the neighbour's new boyfriend, the sixth edition' I didn't even bother to read the messages. Family W******p groups were the most annoying and utterly useless, the 'Good Morning' messages of birds and tress from old relatives were the worst. There were a few messages from my other friends, asking how I was and if I had any plans to meet them this birth. No, I don't like humans. A few likes on my I*******m and some unknown guy's direct message. So desperate these guys are I tell you.

Ayye, you ready? Are you ready!?? -- Chapter 19 - You can hold it if you want. ~~~ Saturday was a beautiful day. And I woke up with a huge grin on my face. Not. Instead, I was woken up by my annoying brother who was playing 'Turn down for what' at the highest volume, I bet people in Africa could hear it. I was surprised our neighbors, a couple of 40-something hadn't banged on our doors threatening to kill us if we didn't stop the racket. They were completely against technology or any new trend, they would be good Luddites.

“You look cute when you’re angry. The fuzzy slippers really sell the whole ‘angry kitten’ vibe.” I felt my face heat up. “I am not cute. I am furious. Turn. It. Down.” He pretended to think about it, then shrugged. “Make me.” I stared at him, mouth open. “Are you five years old?” “Only when it comes to annoying you.” He grinned, flashing perfect white teeth. “It’s become my favorite hobby.” Before I could respond, his phone rang. He answered it without breaking eye contact with me. “Yeah, I’m in the middle of something. No, not work. My very angry, very cute neighbor is threatening me with a broom again.”

The music was no longer playing and I guess that was a good thing. "Oh hi...i'm your neighbour, i stay in that flat over there" i pointed to my door. "I actually came to tell you that your music is very loud and I can't seem to sleep. So if you could please reduce the volume or better still, just turn it off. I would appreciate it." I said as politely as I could. "The audacity" He scoffed and looked at me like I was joking. Do i look like I'm joking?

Sahana threw her hands up, "Aw comeonn just man up and watch itt. It's not even that scary." I gave her a *did you not hear what I just said?!* look. "Pleaaasseee, for meeee. I'm the one who's sick ya know." She pointed at herself. I rolled my eyes in defeat, "Ugh ok fine. Don't expect the neighbors to NOT come knocking on your door after, asking whether there is a hyena on crack living with you. Just sayin." I shrugged. A giggle escaped from Sahana, "Hehe it's ok I'll deal with it."

I scoff at my own dick, annoyed that it's responding to the most unfortunate source. Not only is she my neighbor and in a relationship, she's not interested in me. Maybe I need to put in the effort of going to a bar to get laid. I fucking hate those places, but maybe taking the edge off would stop this inappropriate response from happening again. I refuse to beat off to my cute, quirky neighbor so I wait for the hardness to dissipate, thinking about global warming and George Bush.

I ask the middle aged woman as she glares at me through her sunglasses "I came to make a complaint about the noise I heard earlier" she says in a voice that puts the sound of nails on a chalkboard to shame Of course she did. "What noise disrupted you this time?" I ask her with annoyance clear in my tone You would be annoyed too if your middle aged neighbor came to your door, multiple times a week, just to complain about the noises she hears coming from your house. "I heard moaning and not just any moaning, a girl moaning" she says with a suspicious look causing me to roll my eyes

come to my condo but I don't want to, maybe we can't even relax. Aira, sitting on the sofa, faced me. It grinned at me. "Your scream is loud, Aira. Is there a microphone inside your mouth? You can shout a lot, is this your building?" I asked him irritatedly. "You're mean to me BFF, I didn't yell at you. That's just my normal voice," he promised me. "What normal voice? I'll stab your throat with that, don't do that again. You are disturbing the people in the building," I rudely told him. "Why is my BFF ugly? It's morning, are you here now?" he asked me. I just made him suffer. Who wouldn't be irritated by him? His voice is so loud, what if we have a sensitive neighbor who might be harmed and

"Maybe it’s the universe telling you to turn the volume down already." "I can’t believe this." "You made it inevitable," he said with a triumphant smile, and before I could respond, he slammed the door in my face. I stood there blinking. Alright, I officially had the most annoying neighbor on the planet. But if he thought I was just going to stay quiet, he clearly didn’t know me. I knocked again, then again, with persistence until the door opened once more. This time, Archie did it with exasperating slowness, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed and a look of annoyance.

“My neighbor is loud,” she said quickly. She had to come up with something to tell him. “What?” he asked in a low voice. She sat up. “My neighbor. He’s a jerk. Always partying at night.” “You call the cops?” “No, of course not.” He narrowed his eyes. “Why would you say of course not? You had problems with the cops?” “Me? No.” And that was the truth. “Just not necessary. It seems mean to call the police because of a bit of noise. I just have to work up the gumption to go upstairs and tell him to turn it down.”