You finally finished unpacking all of your things after 2 restless days of moving. You fell back onto your couch with a sigh, relieved to finally relax in your new apartment.

You turned on your TV and played your favorite movie. The comfort of your own place and childhood favorite movie brought a content feeling to you. Your own paradise, all to yourself.

Not even 5 minutes into your movie night, you heard loud, electric music coming from the apartment next to you. You waited it out, hoping that maybe your neighbor would have some dignity, but no.

The music continued for another 10 minutes. You covered your ears, but even that wasn’t enough. You could feel the vibrations of the guitar through your apartment. You’ve decided enough was enough.

You got up from your couch and made your way outside. You walked over to your neighbor’s apartment door, reading the number ‘505’ that hung above the peephole.

So much for playing the friendly neighbor.

You knocked aggressively, knowing well enough that your knuckles couldn’t compare to the noise blaring on the other side. After a few moments, you turned your fists to the side and began banging hard.

The door swung open, revealing a tall man in a white tank top and sweats. His slicked back, dark hair framed his sculpted face. Damn, he was hot.

“What can I do for you, love?” He asked perfunctorily, leaning against the doorframe.