Something About the Girl Next Door [Closed]

Not long ago he'd lightly thrown his belongings about the initiate dorm. Perhaps he'd grown to casual in the cascading of personal items around the previous room, something Ashden hardly considered until he had to regroup and move once again. The Summer dorm was nicer and meant for more permanent arrangements. The boy had wandered over to toss various odds and ends just outside the door to room 301. In all honestly, he could have cared less which house he ended up well. Supposedly, Beata found benefit in splitting students in unique sects in the hopes those kids would be best suited to each other. Or something. He had no clue and hardly spared a moment to think about it. Right now, the only thing he cared was the annoyance of having to pick his stuff from an ever growing conglomeration created by him and the student moving into the dorm next to him.

Ashden had yet to catch a glimpse of his unknown rival but decidedly already hated them for their careless moving mannerisms, ones that weren't unlike his own. When the boy was certain he had gathered the last of his own things, he loudly closed the door was an aggravated grunt. At least that was over. Unpacking would be another story but there was plenty of time for that. He settled down on the bare mattress. As much as the new Summer was contented to be done for the day, the fact the bed needed to be made was glaringly obvious. More agitated grumblings left the sides of his mouth as he rooted through the pile in the center of the floor, plucking a large and rather nondescript suitcase from the middle of the floor. As he undid the zipper and threw up the lid, it only took a moment to realize this wasn't his. Lace red panties accompanied by a large box of what he figured out to be tampons set near the top. His ears heated red.

Flustered and frustrated, he managed to snatch up the box as he opted to leave the undergarments behind. It hadn't occurred to him that his next door neighbor could have been a girl. On second though, he hoped that it was. The rapping of his fist against the door was likely to interrupt whatever could possibly be happening on the other side, "Hey! I have your shit!"

The unsightly mattress was verging on wholly barren, only decisive descriptive elements being the occasional suspiciously colored stain or the partially folded mattress topper that haphazardly clung to the rounded left corner of the bleak bed-frame, which made it all the more unpleasant to sprawl out upon. The occasional misplaced spring firmly entrenching itself into the gentle jut of Josie's spine, a sharp prodding sensation that resulted in her frequent squirming, a futile attempt to wiggle out of the way of an unpleasant stab from a likely broken box spring. After nearly tripping and eating shit more times than she cared to admit, she had fully abandoned the notion of attempting to unpack; it was too much of a disaster zone to try and sort through her things at the same time as her new neighbor did. At least now she had time to find Quincy and pester him into doing the harder parts.

Sprawling out onto her back and reluctantly shielding her eyes with the slight weight of her forearms, sharp points of her elbows absently knocking together, Josie's mouth twisted into a downtrodden remnant of a frown. It hadn't been that difficult to discover her neighbor's gender, despite not actually seeing the individual in question, due to the telltale stomping, slamming of doors, all of that completely unnecessary shit that just screamed chauvinistic male energy. The practically vacant dormitory thankfully seemed to settle into a brief moment of reprieve in the absence of any further noise; that is, until the sudden striking of a fist against the door, accompanied by partially muffled words, set her flimsy door rattling in its chipped and decrepit frame.

For a long moment, Josie debated whether or not she wanted to work up the energy to meet her overly messy counterpart. If it was urgent, then he could always just leave it at her door or come back later.

The heavy weight of the door awkwardly caught on the edge of Ashden's shoe as it was carelessly slung open, a mildly disconcerting squall resonating from somewhere deep within the rusting hinges. Socked feet hardly making a sound against the rickety lament flooring of the hallway, Josie was promptly greeted with the unusual sight of her flustered new neighbor clutching a box of tampons. For several, embarrassingly long heartbeats, there was only loaded silence to meet Ashden's lackluster greeting. Sure, it was a little weird that her hygiene products had accidentally ended up in his possession, but it wasn't that weird- perhaps her moms and brother were just a bit too cavalier with their innate comfort in regards to such items, but who knows.

"Why did you steal my shit?" Josie eventually prompted, delicate blonde brow quirking up in response to her own words, "Do you have any idea how expensive a box of tampons are?"

"Tsk." Ashden narrowed his eyes and kicked back the foot that had been scuffed by the door. He offered her a glowering look of disdain. The fact that she was, in fact, very pleasing to look at did not mean she would not be subject to his constant frustration and annoyance. However, it did still his agitated response. Tongue running against the roof of his mouth, the boy briefly found he had some level of conscious when it came to standing in front of a pretty girl with a box of tampons. The moment was fleeting. Grinding his teeth together he pushed it aside with a retort, "Still your shit? The fuck would I do with a box of tampons?" It occurred to him as the question left his tongue that perhaps she could come up with many ways in which he could use a tampon. And he would not like that answer.

"Whatever," he growled, shoving forward the box into her hands. Eyes darted away to his own room. Most of what had littered the hallway had been dashed away into their respective rooms. Between scuffed floors and plain walls, it was fairly uneventful. Maybe once more Summers moved in it would be more inviting. Not like he cared either way. It was in this brief glance that he remembered the rest of his reason for coming over here. Beyond the colorful cardboard, lace underwear and various other items he hadn't cared to dig through lay in the thrown open suitcase in his room. In a haste, he'd hardly considered closing it.

"The rest is in my room, feel free to come drag it out whenever your ready." With that, he turned, prepared to drop the tampons to the floor should she not grab them. Ashden stalked back to his room with heavy footfalls. From the palm of his right hand dropped a little frog, and he didn't even notice.

"Dunno," Josie trilled out, low voice reverberating with an audible amusement, an overly-sweet smugness heavily laden upon the short reply at the realization of Ashden's evident discomfort with the entire ordeal. "Haven't you ever been on Reddit before? There's plenty of weird reasons behind you trying to steal my stuff." While the sudden return of her evidently stolen stuff was initially exciting, the unsightly mixture of embarrassment and irritation on behalf of her newfound neighbor was infinitely more enticing- especially whenever considering how easy it was to get under his skin. Abandoning the poor box of tampons to whatever ill-intending fate awaited it in the lonely hallway, Josie instead chose to hurry after the older boy, steps verging on totally silent in the wake of his obnoxious stomping.

Thankfully they didn't have any neighbors yet, or she would feel all the worse.

Witnessing the sudden appearance of a little frog wasn't exactly the most awe-inspiring or violently confusing thing she had ever laid eyes upon; after all, she had been born and raised in the overly reclusive setting of Beata. Nonetheless, the little blonde paused in her mindless pursuit to pick up the small creature before reaching up with chilly little fingers to idly pinch at Ashden's flushed earlobe. "Are we gonna have to go through all of my stuff together to make sure that you didn't take anything else?" Josie questioned, cold thumb resting against the soft back of the frog perched against the palm of her hand, "Cause it would be kinda weird to have a panty thief for a neighbor."