New Beginnings

One

A/N: this isn't a new story. For those that haven't seen it before it's actually the first story I wrote. But I forgot I removed it ages ago. So now it's back! This was my baby, my first born. Be kind to it! It was my intention to go through and edit it waaaay better but..... I'm lazy. So don't hate on the grammar/spelling too much. It's unbeta'd and rather old.

"Fuck! Fuckity fuck fuck fuck!"

You were hot and sweaty, and still had six more boxes to unload from the car. All you wanted was a cold beer and a shower but that probably wasn't going to happen any time soon.

You grabbed two more boxes from the trunk and slammed the lid down. Balancing them precariously on top of each other, you made your way up the stairs to the door of your new apartment building. You pushed against the entrance door with your butt, annoyed that you had yet again forgotten to wedge it open. It of course, wouldn't budge and you couldn't reach the handle without unloading the boxes.

"FUCK!" you groaned loudly, kicking the door.

"Here, let me," a soft voice came from behind you. Salvation!

You turned and saw a tall, gangly man with the most beautiful eyes you'd ever seen. He moved past you swiftly, opening the door and holding it for you as you walked into the lobby.

"Thank you soooo much," you smiled gratefully.

"No problem," your saviour replied smiling back. "I'm Spencer, apartment 207."

"Nice to meet you Spencer, apartment 207. I'm Y/N, apartment 307. Looks like I'm right on top of you."

Spencer raised his eyebrows as you felt a flush on your cheeks, realising what you'd just said. You giggled. "Sorry, my mouth opens sometimes before my brain has had the chance to filter my words."

"No problem," he said again, biting his lip slightly.

'Mmmmm he was cute,' you thought to yourself, pleased you at least had some eye candy in your new building.

"Well I'd love to stay and chat, but I erm, need to get the rest of my crap unloaded."

You started to make a move towards the stairs and then somehow managed to trip over your own feet, dropping your boxes and spilling the contents of the top box everywhere. Spencer leant forward catching your arm before you had the chance to hit the floor as well.

"Oh for fuck sakes," you gritted your teeth together steadying yourself. "Thank you again," you glanced at Spencer who was still gripping your arm tightly. "I'm not usually this clumsy I swear."

He laughed, letting go of your arm.

"Are you sure, cos you're really not making much of a case for yourself right now. Here, I'll help pick your stuff up."

He bent to the floor and started picking up the items that had spilled.

It was only then that you'd realised that one of the boxes you'd dropped had contained your underwear. Which was now strewn all over the lobby floor.

'Excellent first impression Y/N. Throw your underwear at the first attractive man you see.'

You started to blush as you joined him on the floor collecting your bra's and panties from the various spots in which they'd landed. Sneaking a look at Spencer you saw he'd turned as light shade of pink as well.

You quickly shoved the items back into the box and started the art of balancing them back on top of each other.

"I think it just might be better if I carry one for you," Spencer offered. "Not that I'm saying you're not strong enough or anything, but I'd hate for you to spill them again. The other residents might start to wonder if they come down and see panties everywhere."

He flushed deeper at the word panties, you noticed.

'So, sooo cute,' you thought to yourself again.

You handed him the larger box containing your dvds. "Thanks Spencer. I really do appreciate it."

"Not a problem.... Oh awesome, you're a Doctor Who fan too!" He'd noticed the boxset poking out of the box you'd handed him.

"Oh god yes! It's one of my favourite shows!" You exclaimed as you started to make your way up the stairs to your new home.

"Who's your favourite?" he asked following close behind.

"Erm, we'll it's a tough choice but currently it's David Tennant"

"Really?" You turned to see Spencer screwing up his mouth slightly. "Matt Smith was so much better."

"Well Matt Smith has a face that I'd like to punch."

Spencer looked shocked at your words.

"He reminds me of an ex boyfriend," you hurriedly explained. "I didn't think he was a bad Doctor. I just want to hurt his face, a lot. Bad breakup..."

"Ah, well I guess explains it then."

You reached your apartment and pushed the door open, walking in and dropping the box on the floor. Spencer followed you. "Where do you want this?" he asked nodding to the box he was carrying.

"Just over there by the bookshelf please." He set the box down as instructed.

Just then you heard a bleeping noise and saw him pull out his cell. He stared intently, reading his message and sighing.

"I gotta go. Work need me in urgently," he looked at you. "It was nice to meet you Y/N, I'll maybe see you around the building?"

"Yep sure. Thanks again for your help Spencer. It was nice to meet you too. Maybe we can have a Doctor Who marathon or something one night. It would be nice to have at least one friend here, I don't really know anyone in this city."

He smiled shyly. "I-I'd like that," he stuttered slightly. "I work away with work a lot though. That's what the message was. I need to go out of town. "

You wondered what he did for a living but didn't want to probe too much yet.

"Okay well maybe come and knock on my door when you're back then and we can do something?" You suggested. "I don't start my new job for two weeks yet anyway."

"I-I'd like that," he stuttered again.

'Do I make him nervous?' you pondered to yourself, the stuttering endearing him even more to you.

He headed to the door. "Bye Y/N," he waved happily as he exited

"See you soon," you shouted after him.

Very soon indeed you hoped.