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- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
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- Male
- Female
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- Transgender
- Agender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- romance, modern, drama, modern fantasy, horror
j a m e s
James felt his cheeks heat up as he realized it was Eliza behind the door and that she was coming to tell him to keep it down. With his own words. That was embarrassing. Really embarrassing. James stared at her for a second, quietly as the music continued to blast, until he finally turned towards Dan and gestured to him to lower the volume while uttering the words, "turn it down." Dan looked a tad bit confused at first but then looked and saw Eliza and seemed to put two and two together.
After that there was nothing James could do but face the music, or rather the cause for it to have stop. Elizas smile was almost a little smug, and while it should have made James feel more embarrassed there was something kind of endearing about it and it made him feel a little more relaxed. Eliza so far seemed like kind of a playful person, at least with the way she acted with her kids, and the fact the she was looking smug and not angry was a good thing.
"Sorry, Dan's used to playing music at the studio, he forgets other people might be living right next door," He said, embarrassment gone and replaced by something more a little more amused as he very much jokingly but all the responsibility on his friend in the couch. Dan protested right away by yelling, "You are equally responsible Jamie, don't fucking try!"
James let out a soft chuckle but didn't take his attention of Eliza. He leaned a little against the door frame and decided to actually be decent about the whole thing, "yeah, uh actually... I'm sorry if we were being loud," he said, as the actual apology escaped his lips he sounded a little awkward again, he didn't particularly like apologizing, but he didn't want his neighbor to hate him, that sounded like a nightmare. Maybe she'd tell her kids to make all the noise they could in the early mornings, "I guess I'm officially a bit of a hypocrite douche-bag, but I'll try to keep it down,"