The guy from apartment 512

512

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Your perspective

Finally the last box  -you picked up the cardboard box placing it onto the pile looking at all the kitchen things you have to put away-

You'd been organizing stuff in your new apartment for the last few days, you really did't have time to do anything else you also started at your new job too so.

You've been wanting to meet your new neighbors for a while so you decide to bake some cookies, you took what you needed and started baking.

After maybe two hours, everything was ready, you had already gotten 3 plates ready for everyone on the floor, you were really proud of what you'd just baked, pumkin spice cookies and chocolate cookies, you put 3 of each on the plates and wrapped the plates with tin foil.

You went on knocking each door one was answered by a sweet old couple Mr. & Mrs. Jackson, she made small talk to you and complemented your baking, she even said she'd bake her favorite recipe, after a little while of chatting you told her you had to be on your way.

You knocked at the next door, it was answered by a woman.

''Nice to meet you, my name is'' you said very eager

''Yeah, don't care'' the woman did't even let you finish talking, she just took your plate and shut the door in your face

-dumb bitch-  you thought to your self, at least it was a paper plate

You got to the last door, apartment 512.

You were really turned off by the last interaction, you hoped this was gonna be better.

You knocked...and knocked after the second round of attempts you waited a little while as you began to hear mumbling and some shifting inside the room before you. Then the door opened

''Hi, i just moved across the hall from you and just wanted to-'' you pause processing who is the person in front of you. A tall man, wearing some grey sweatpants and a red shirt all wrinkled , you scanned his face, he looked tired, his eyes were baggy like he'd just woken up. Then you realized, it was him

His perspective

''hi, i just moved across-'' thats about all i heard then everything went silent...i could't believe my eyes. It was y/n.

''y/n?'' i asked almost stuttering her name, i felt so dumb at the moment, i didn't even know what else to say.

The expression in her face was as if she'd seen a ghost, her face went pale as she squeezed the paper plate in her hands.

''oh wow, peter, i can't believe it!'' she said smiling, lifting one of her arms up to hug me

''heyyy'' i let out a nervous laugh as i hugged her, it felt so weird to see her, to touch her, she smelled like cinnamon and chocolate, and hair smelled like vanilla and orchids just like it used to.

''it's been so long!, how you've been?'' she said as she separated from the hug with a huge smile.

''i've been good, you know, been working and stuff, what about you?'' peter asked rubbing the back of his neck.

''that's great!, same here, i uh, came by to say hi, i baked some cookies chocolate and pumkin spice'' she said uncovering the cookies and handing the plate to me.

''wow thanks, they look good'' he picked one up and took a bite ''and taste good too''

''well i'm glad you liked them!, i have to get back to organizing some stuff'' she pointed behind her to her door

''yeah, no problem, thanks again for the cookies'' he says backing into his apartment

''hey, would- you want to come over tomorrow?, i could make dinner and we can catch up maybe, i mean only if you want to'' she made mannerisms with her hands while she looked to the side -She still does that -  i thought, remembering how she'd do that when nervous.

''of course, what time then?'' he asked holding the door ajar

''uh, would you be available by 4pm?'' 

''totally, that would be perfect''

''well, see you tomorrow...it was nice seeing you again'' she said walking back to her door

Your perspective

What the fuck was that,''same here''  jesus, if your life depended over social interactions you would be dead.

It felt weird seeing peter again, it had been 16 years since you'd last saw him, it caught you by surprise, he looked so rough, you didn't mean it in a rude way, he looked like he'd been trough a lot of stuff.

It hurt seeing him again too, you thought were over him long ago, but the moment you saw him, it was like re opening a wound, that left a big scar in you.

You decided not to think about it that much and continued with working on cleaning and organizing the kitchen as it was the only thing left to do. You kept thinking about tomorrow and what were you gonna cook or what to even talk about, i guess about everything? right?

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y'all, this is the first thing i write in a longggggggg ass time, i'm sorry if it's weird, i hope u like it, again i'm sorry if its wonky or sum, i'll try to make it better with time so please bear with me. 💀

I also want to clear up some things :

This is happening after peter divorced MJ, about 10 months after, he is 38 (just like in the movie) and y/n is 36, you work as a RN ER nurse (part of the plot i guess) 💋👐 

The title is based on a song "El chico del apartamento 512'' By Selena Quintanilla and some other songs, they will appear eventually (hopefully)💀💀💀💀

plz let me kno if u like it bc i'm currently working and writing helps to blow off some steam, and this what i'm working on in my free time, Idk

Also for the next chapter i think i'm gonna do their backstory together (?) but i don't know how i'm gonna organize it.