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July 29, 3:05 PM
Feyre could feel the walls start shaking as music blasted into her flat window. The sound of… That one song from Tangled? It only got louder and there was some awful off key loud singing that chimed in as well. Feyre threw down her textbook and trudged over to the window with a murderous glare on her soft features.
There in the room that looked into that window was an idiotic looking man with dark hair falling over his violet colored eyes who looked not much older than she, maybe in his late twenties at latest. He was singing and dancing along to the song which was being played at full volume from a small speaker in the table and taking out items from boxes on the ground. “And then I'll brush and brush
And brush and brush my hair,” he belted and dramatically threw his head to the side as if to flip his soft looking black hair and looking into the reflection on a glass. Feyre snorted. It seemed there was now A new idiot next door to deal with. And it was time to get curtains for that window now that someone lived in that apartment.
He finished the song and looked right at Feyre through the window. There was a flirtatious and mischievous gleam in those deep purple eyes as he winked at Feyre before the next song, A Whole New World from Aladdin she guessed, began shaking everything within the mile.
“Turn it down will you?” She said and picked up the textbook. He just smirked and turned the volume up louder. “Prick,” Feyre mumbled. She picked up the shoe on the ground next to her and before she could think, hurled it at the stranger's head.
His dreadful singing stopped and just stared at Feyre for a long moment. She held his steady gaze before returning to the sofa bed in the middle of the small apartment. And as obnoxious her new neighbor, who had began singing again but had turned the music down slightly, was already, Feyre couldn't help but let a small smile creep onto her face as she opened the book again and started reading.
July 39, 12:04 AM
Feyre felt like she was going to collapse into her now somewhat cold soup at any second. It was taking all her effort to keep her eyes open and try to focus on the page as it was. Being up in the odd hours of the night was nothing new for Feyre but she was more tired than usual tonight. Which was why it was awful timing that this had to be the night she had to stay up and finish an assignment.
“Careful, I wouldn't want your beautiful face covered in chicken broth,” a voice purred, startling Feyre and making her jump.
Her head snapped up to where the elegant stranger was leaning out of his window and staring into Feyre’s apartment. She gave him a vulgar gesture before slamming the textbook shut. His laugh was a rich and deep sound that sounded genuinely amused as well. Feyre stood up and went to the counter to grab her water, still feeling those beautiful amethyst eyes studying her every movement.
“I dont believe I introduced myself earlier. Rhysand,” he said and stuck a hand through the window. “But my friends call me Rhys,” he added with another wink. Those obnoxious goddamn winks.
Feyre raised an eyebrow at Rhysand’s tan palm in the moonlight. “Feyre,” she said, eyes slightly narrowed at the agitating person in front of her. She took a big gulp of water and set it back on the counter. Rhysand was still watching her. “Can I help you?”
He opened his mouth to reply when a loud female voice shouted for him from inside. “FUCK OFF MOR I DON'T CARE IF YOU WANT MY INPUT IF YOU WANT TO TALK TO AZRIEL BUT IF YOU EAT MY TOAST I SWEAR,” Rhysand grumbled over his shoulder.
“You should Mor, we all know you and him have been ogling at each other for years,” Feyre heard another deep male voice say lightly.
The assumed Mor shouted back to the man, “Oh for hells sake, Cassian just shut up.” He just laughed.
Rhys turned back to Feyre with something like annoyance and disappointment hidden in his light sounding words. “I've gotta blast but I'll talk to you later, Feyre darling. It was nice to meet you,” he said and ducked back into the room.
He told Mor and Cassian both to shut up when he turned inside which was followed up by a prompt “No one cares, Rhys,” said in unison by the two.
Feyre laughed silently. It'd been awhile since she'd laughed and been amused as much as she was by Rhysand and his friends, so long she couldn't remember, but the thought kept her from being bothered as their arguments carried in for the next hour before Feyre gave in to a peaceful and quiet sleep.