it had been three torturous months since the infuriating termite infestation had made its home in the residency of the next door apartment in the building complex. Vance, Vance was the infestation.

he seemed to be nocturnal, during the day— it was dead silent, enough to wonder if a corpse awaited you on the other side. though then, by the time midnight swung around he did something to spark your memory on why you wished that were true.

tonight was no different from any other, loud music hammered through the thin walls of the apartment complex, something earplugs and an eye mask really could not drown out. self restraint began to snap as you threw the covers off of yourself and stormed out of your front door, banging fists against his door. after a moment, the door swung open, revealing a smug looking Vance.

“hey, doll face.” he grinned, then his head tilted off the the side in faux confusion. “back again? what is this, the third night in a row, do you really miss me that much? i mean i’m flattered truly—“