But He's My Grumpy Neighbor Novels & Stories

“Are you okay?” I refuse to look at him. “I am fine.” With his hand on my knee, a comforting feeling takes over me. “Gracie, I meant what I said last night. If you need to talk, I am here.” I manage to get a strained thank you out, hoping that if I don’t say much, he will leave it be. It works, he doesn’t push any further. He removes his hand from my knee. Not another word is spoken between us. I still can’t believe he is my new neighbour. Out of all the people in the world, he has to be the one who moves next door. What are the chances of that?

he said to me, and I nodded in agreement. He moved even closer to me, and I could feel the warmth of his body. I couldn't help but smile in that moment, and I looked up to see his face just as the spotlight shifted away from us. Wrong timing! "My name is Kent, and I'm your neighbor," I heard his name, but I couldn't understand his last words due to the loud music. I simply nodded so he wouldn't notice that I was getting lost in my own thoughts again.

he said while wearing a grin that made me want to crash my fist into his thirty two teeth's. "You're crazy," I muttered, wiping off some of the water that got spilled on me. "Aww, such a wonderful compliment from a beautiful and sassy neighbor. I must say today seems like it's going to be a blessed one for me," he said in a tone that expressed how grateful he was. "Here, you can use a tissue instead," he offered but I totally ignored him like he didn't exist. Hello, he didn't even sound sorry to have scared me off like that.

We had come full circle, and the grumpy man had reverted to his usual self, or perhaps even grumpier than before. It seemed that he was determined to ignore me at any cost, going out of his way to avoid any interaction. Surprisingly, he had even stopped asking for his daily coffee, which was a sure sign that something was amiss. This change in behavior puzzled me.

No way… So Grumpy, whom I thought was my friend… Is he the plague spreader and possibly the silver assistant who kills wolves? "NO! Impossible! Grumpy is not that kind of person," I answer, strongly in denial, and I know not only Nicholas dislikes it, but Jacob too. He now looks alert. "I… I mean, during the time I've been his friend, he's been quite kind." "He's even Betty's best frien,d too, and I know who Grumpy likes." "Then, why don't we try to get closer to this Grumpy, then?" Jacob suggests, and Nicholas immediately glares at him.

That feels good every time. The truth is, I'm not really mad at him, but it's fun to make fun of him. Of course, I need to get back at that freaking handsome guy! Having to go through your death all over and experiencing the pain the second time again, that's no easy feat. A loud thud suddenly came from the wall. "Can you please shut up?!" My grumpy neighbor, old Mr. Bakeman complained. I frowned while zipping my jacket. "Sorry!"

My stomach rumbled in nausea. "See, this is my work badge." He raised his work badge in front of me. The foul stench was even stronger when he was closer to me, and I tried hard not to retch. He was a voice actor after all. I was secretly relieved, but I still kept my guard up. Ever since he moved in, I always felt like I was being watched, and the hairs on the back of my neck often stood up.

Moody Carrero on full show. “Which I do … Hair twisting and all. Grumpy!” I huff too and he looks at me for a moment, a brief flicker across his face as he gives up this pointless bickering. We’re both so touchy today it seems. No idea where all this came from. Possibly his delayed hangover if he even got one.

He makes a face that says he is not as fond of Poppy as I am and nothing else needs to be said. After a moment, he asks, “Do you want me there?” “Of course, I want you there.” I scoot a bit closer and rest my chin on his shoulder. “But I don’t want you to be there if you’re going to be actin all… grumpy.” “That’s what I do,” he says with a smirk. “I’m a grump.” “You are a grump, but surely you can find a way to be not a grump for the sake of helping me get through the examination.” I lean my mouth down and kiss his shoulder.

“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.”