Nice Guy Boynextdoor Lyrics Novels & Stories

He just watched me like he could tell I wasn’t here for a drink or a good time. I swallowed and stepped closer anyway. “I’m looking for Rook,” I said, keeping my voice steady enough to not sound like a kid asking permission. The door guy’s eyes slid over me again. Then he reminded me what this place really was by glancing past my shoulder like he was checking for someone following me. He nodded once. “Inside,” he said. “Don’t cause trouble.” “I won’t,” I promised, and meant it. The sound hit me first when I stepped in. Music. Laughter. The low rumble of engines outside. The smell of oil and sweat and beer layered over something sharper. Memory.

I nod my head getting up from the couch following him, he opens the door for me and I step out and walk to the car opening the boot and putting my bags inside, he comes and puts his inside as well then closes the boot. I lean my head on the window as he drives to his parent's house, I'm listening to the song playing through the AUX, obviously my music because it's better than his. Brent Faiyaz, now that guy right there is the baby! 'I'd be all yours if my mind didn't wander I've got scars, from a life before you. Please don't think I'm insecure I just can't trust no one else Please don't think I'm insecure I just feel safe by myself'

“This time, I hope it is like you. A little girl to love.” “You mean that?” she asked. “Yup.” He said as he kissed her, “Or the next. I have to teach them as well, that it is our job to open the door after all.”

I mumbled to myself Boom Boom Boom I banged on the door "yo Lainy you up in there girl" I listened for movement or any sign of life, but I didnt hear anything. I twisted the door knob and to my surprise it was unlocked "yo alaina you better start locking doors before a crackhead walk in and jack yo shit" I yelled laughing, but I didnt hear her say anything thing.

she said. "Yeah!! I feel like screaming, yelling it all out, by the way Teddy, you got that "yummy yummy "! They all laughed at his singing. They were playing Justin Bieber's music album, when they reached Nic's house, he was all ready, he just had to lock although there was a security guard, he was already on his seat as soon as he recalled he had forgotten his wallet.

I decided to open. I opened it and BTS mic drop boomed into my ears. Gosh, I love this song. I kept jamming to the song. "what you think bout that, what you think bout that, better tell my haters hold a sec" I sang. My eyes met Noah's marvelous back. He was on a pull up bar with only a brief short. He kept lifting himself up and down, his muscles flexing out, I didn't know he had a tattoo on his back. "Fûcking, fûcking sexy" oh my goodness, I said that out loud.

“Actually Mr. Suri, it was me. I needed some help on our project and Maya was kind enough to stay back and help me. So i told her I’d walk her home. It was the least i could do.” “Oh! That’s nice. But at least she could have informed me, right Maya?” As Manoj’s gaze fell on her, she cringed inwardly, repulsed by his false display of affection. “Yeah,” she muttered, her lips barely moving. “Maya is always helpful, much like you, sir. She even forgets about herself,” he added. “I see.” Manoj turned his attention fully to Liam. “You’re the… boy… next door, right?”

We were both adults, after all. I couldn't stand it anymore. I got up, used the bathroom, and then noticed that her parents had already gone to bed. Quietly, I crept into Lesley's room. To my delight, the door opened with ease—she had left it unlocked for me. The room was pitch black, and it took me a while to adjust to it. I then slipped under the covers, my hand finding that soft, irresistible skin again. It felt just as smooth as I remembered, and I couldn't bring myself to pull away.

“Fuck off.” The doorman stiffens with a shock of overdue recognition, scrambling to undo the lock. “Sorry, Nick.” He pulls open the portal as I’m still leaned right against it, and I near fall on my face. “Welcome back,” he nervously notes. “You uh… you doing alright?” “Fucking… sauced,” I lie, trying my best to keep upright. “Got a problem with that?” “I mean… Jay’ll be heartbroken,” he jokes. “You usually get your sauce poured straight from us.”

I hurried to close the door, eager to get the image of what I had just seen out of my head, but not before looking at the guy’s face and getting another big shock. It was the cute boy from yesterday. My next-door neighbour.