But He's My Grumpy Neighbor Novels & Stories

“Wait, let me get the door for you.” “No!” I blurted, startling him. “I mean, don’t. This is my workplace. If anyone sees you opening my door, there’ll be rumors, and I really don’t have the energy for that crap.” He nodded in instant understanding. “Fair enough. You’re right.” Then he smiled again, that same heart-stopping smile that made me forget every reason I shouldn’t like him. “Thanks for the ride,” I mumbled, trying to sound casual. “Anytime, neighbor.”

I rolled my eyes before I shut the door in his face. I do not know why he annoyed me so much today! I never thought that he is such a nosy man. He is too huge to be one, to be honest. I thought that he was a serious, "I do not give a fuck" type of man! But I was wrong! All this time, I have a nosy neighbor. I am grateful that he did not bother me after that so I fell asleep comfortably.

I don't think of him as the maintenance man of anything. He spends most of his time in this alley smoking a cigarette or arguing loudly with his girlfriend on the phone in our building's stairwell. According to the heated exchange between the two, he's back at it again, arguing with someone else. I move in closer as the man Grant is fighting with turns just enough for me to catch his profile. For a brief moment, I am stunned, but quickly regain my composure. Even though I've only seen it briefly from a distance, I recognize that face anywhere.

I said irritatedly and glared at him. "Ooh fierce, you're so hot when you're like that, I wonder if you're also like that in bed." I immediately threw the saucer but he easily dodged it and his grins grew wider. "Gonna miss my hot headed neighbor." "I can finally have peace, now if you don't mind, just get the fuck out of my face, right now." I said in gritted teeth.

You are the best thing that happened in my life. I can’t speak I’m Speechless with Greg, why is he saying those things? Did something happen? It's just surprising that he’s like that. After they talked with her mother. Until I entered the house, I know something seemed wrong That morning, Greg visited me at home. Oh! you are already awake, Greg was here waiting for you to wake up. “why? I ask? He said he would take you to a picnic in the river. “where is he aunt?

I answered. “I thought so,” he said. “What if you aren’t here to talk about last night what was it that’s making you so nervous?” “So, before I say anything, I need you to keep an open mind,” I said. “I’m not making any promises until I hear what you have to say, little nurse,” he said. “Now out with it.” "So… I have this neighbor," I started. His face transformed into a frown. "Is this neighbor disturbing you? Do you want me to get rid of him?"

I could even smell the pits of his arms. “What’s wrong, dad?” I asked, distracting myself from his scent. “Nothing. I missed you so much, son. Can we stay like this? You are the only one I could count on.” “Dad, this feels weird. I think I’m going to puke.” “Come on, honey. This one time, let me hug you.” I sighed, “Fine, but just this once.” “Thank you, son.” “So, how was our neighbor?” “He was out of it. He doesn’t even remember how he got to our house.”

“I will be alright on my own.” * * * The front of Gracie’s house looks deserted. Mrs Mower’s car is gone, same with Gracie’s. I don’t think too much of it as I jog up the stairs and knock. No response. The door to the neighbour’s house opens and a red-haired kid steps out. The kid waves me over and I fast walk to him. He meets me halfway. Up close I can see I am only a few inches taller than him. His mop of curly hair forms a bang he continuously swipes at.

It shook me, but I stood my ground and smiled at her. "Yet more proof." "You keep your men out of this house and I won't call the police. That's the deal." She continued to glare at me, but relented in the end. "Deal. Bitch." That stung, but everything she ever did always stung. I've grown used to it. After she stormed off to God knows where, I collapsed on the ratty couch and exhaled, wondering when my life would get better. ______________________________________ The next morning, I sat in the living room, reading the newspaper. Marcus, our neighbor who was in his sixties always gave me his paper after reading it. I was very grateful, so I always gave him a nice cup of coffee to express my

It was exactly 10 in the evening when the door opened. “Yoo-Mi,” I instantly glanced in his direction as I heard his clipped voice. In spite of everything, getting stressed and all, I beamed seeing him. He looked sullen and different, I observed. Though I noticed that he looked gorgeous with his brown hair all tousled. I got down as fast as I could and ran towards him. Without a word, I hugged him immediately as soon as I got in front of him, but he didn’t hug me back, which was really bugging me.