My walls and floors' vibrations were so powerful if I hadn't known any better, I could've been experiencing an earthquake. But earthquakes don't sound like Freddie Mercury and David Bowie singing Under Pressure. I peered over at my nightstand where my phone sat, grudgingly reaching out to grab it and check the time.
3:02 am
The sound of electrifying guitars, screaming classic rock shook my entire apartment, ultimately causing me to be awake at such an ungodly hour.
The music was so loud that the picture I have of my parents fell to the floor, the glass shattering and the black frame breaking into various pieces. It was as I watched the picture frame fall that I knew that that was the last straw. I couldn't keep quiet any longer.
My next door neighbor may have amazing taste in music but it's fucking three in the morning and my favorite picture of my parents just broke! Not to mention, I have class in about four hours! Which is what actually bugs me in this situation.
Honestly, I have never met said neighbor so the idea of confronting them wasn't even a possibility, until now. I tried to give this person a free pass because I genuinely love the music they play but I can't continue on like this. I'm constantly falling asleep on my way to school or during class which is causing my grades to slip. Of course I've tried to get noise canceling ear muffs or ear buds but nothing works since I can feel the harsh vibrations. And I just had to be cursed with being a light sleeper which means vibrations don't help me fall asleep, they keep me awake.
I made a complaint to the manager, Mrs. Bovenski, about the loud music and came up short again. She claims my neighbor has the right to play their music as loud as they please, since they pay their rent on time every month like the rest of the occupants. But I'm thinking that this person must have somehow caught old Mrs. Bovenski's eye because there's no way she would let someone get away with playing loud music 'til the early hours of the morning.
She definitely didn't let me, considering she called the cops when I recently moved in and hosted a house warming party with all of my friends. I didn't even have music playing at my house warming party because it wasn't much of a party. We were all just watching the series premiere of the Jersey Shore Reunion.
As I glanced at the shattered frame on the floor, I immediately got up from my bed, put my phone back on the nightstand and carefully putting my slippers on as I headed towards my kitchen to grab gloves along with my broom and dust pan. Heading back to my room, I got to work in safely disposing the now broken picture frame. Once I dumped away the remnants of the frame, I starred at the frameless picture of my family, instantly feeling my blood began to boil.
I was never one to get mad or like confrontation but this person has no consideration at all for me or the other residents. And again, it's three in the fucking morning!!!
I quickly, put on my black zip up hoodie and stomped my way back towards the front of my apartment, ready to give this loud ass neighbor a piece of my mind.
I harshly unlocked and opened my front door, following the classic rock that vibrated the walls right across the hall.
I frowned, feeling myself become more and more irritated at this person's disregarding nature.
In a swift movement, I was quick to pound my fist onto the dark olive green door. Suddenly, the music stopped and I heard footsteps approaching the door. I kept my harsh glare on the door, waiting for the culprit to finally show their face. But as soon as the door opened my anger faltered a bit.
One of the most attractive guys I've ever seen stood before me. He had to at least be six feet tall, with short wavy brown hair, a killer jawline and kind green eyes to perfectly finish off his strikingly handsome features. I had seen his face before but couldn't remember where. Probably my dreams because holy shit this guy is flawless. I mean seriously, I'm asking for his skin care routine after I tell him off.
