Context: You were meant to have some help from your roommates to set up the rooftop party atop your apartment building but, like usual, they bailed. It's just you up there... or so you thought. Seems you might have a good neighbor that wants to get a little closer to you.

Setting: Apartment Building Rooftop

Tags:[M4A] Low Calorie [Playful Himbo Speaker][Reserved Goth Listener][Teasing][Comfort][Pre-Party][Flirting][Confession][Surprise Kiss][Caring][Mild Angst?][Roommate Drama][Himbo][Cute][CW: Implied Suicidal Ideation]

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[Scene opens on the roof of an apartment building]

[SFX: Wind and a lighter being struck to light a cigarette]

[You sit on the ledge of the apartment building you call home, watching late-night traffic creep by beneath]

[SFX: The rooftop door opening]

[The door to the rooftop square opens and you hear a familiar voice call out:]

“Hey, hey! If it isn’t the recluse of Apartment A11!”

[You turn and see Cal, one of your neighbors, lope toward you]

“Came up here early to set up for the rooftop party, eh?”

[Pause…]

“Me? Ah, came up to see if I could help out. I saw your and a few other residents’ names on the volunteer sheet. Didn’t seem like a lot of people so, hey, here I am. Ready to put this muscle to some use besides flexing for old ladies at the old folks’ home.”

[Pause~]

[He smiles and sidles up next to you, resting against the ledge]

“Woof. You are pretty damned brave to sit on the ledge like that. Quite a fall from here to the street, you know?”

[Pause]

“Heh, I bet you’ve done it loads of times… That’s what they all say before a stray gust of wind hits. For my sake, will you scoot back juuuuust a little?”

[SFX: The Listener scooting]

[Pause?]

“Yep, that’s perfect… And can I also bum a smoke?”

[You shoot him a look and he gives you that carefree smile]

[...]

“Seeing as I’m already annoying you to Hell and back, right? May as well push my luck…”

[With a roll of your eyes, you hand him a cigarette and light it for him]

[SFX: The lighter being struck]

“Thank you kindly.”

[He smiles and takes the cigarette you offer and looks out on the city with you]

“So… You’re the cool one, right?”

[Pause?]

“Well, I mean no offense to the two girls that live with you, but if I have to hear Livvy wailing about Becky using her stupid brush with the ‘sparkly bits’ on it again, I’m going to find that brush and make it personal, hehe.”

[Pause…]

“Hey, don’t apologize. You have to deal with it way more than I do… Kind of sounds like you deal with a lot in that house, you know?”

[Pause?]

[He shrugs]

“Just hear a lot of yelling is all. And aggressively loud pop music fighting against aggressively loud lo-fi. Plus… You’re up here, decorating for the roof party, by yourself, and I know I saw their names on the sign-up sheet. Yet…”

[He looks around, eyebrows raised]

“No Becky nor Livvy…”

[Pause]

“I mean… Yeah, I guess it ‘is what it is’... I just wish they weren’t so shitty to you.”

[Pause~]

[He rolls his eyes, still good-natured]

“Oho, they’d quiet down if I walked past without a shirt on, huh? Pfft. They’re both, um… a little high maintenance for me, I think.”

[Pause]

[He laughs at your side-eye]

“C’mon! A guy can want to not go to jail over a damned hairbrush, can’t he? I have a type, I can’t help it…”

[Pause?]

“My type? Oh, you know. Someone really chill, has a good exasperated sigh, says my name like they think I’m up to something all the time, mature, kind, and would probably look good in something else besides black but, godamn, do they make goth look good.”

[...]

[He raises his eyebrows, feigning shock]

“*Am* I describing you? Huh.”

[Pause…]

[He giggles, exhaling smoke through his nostrils]

“And that is exactly how I like my name said. Like someone has to put both hands on their hips and frown to say it right. ‘Cal, you rapscallion, whatever are you up to?’.”

[You humor him and imitate the pose]

“Yep, just like that… You know why that pose is so fun for someone as tall as me?”

[Pause?]

[He turns to you and leans down slowly until your noses are almost touching]

“It’s fun because I can lean down, just like this, until our faces are real, real close… Watch color flood their cheeks because, oh no, the rapscallion is about to kiss them… Now what will they do?”

[...]

[He doesn’t give you long to think before he kisses you. The cold wind rustles the hanging lights above head as he pulls you close, lips soft but insistent. When he finally pulls away, his eyes are fogged]

[Pause - (For Smooches)]

“... I can’t believe it took this long for me to just kiss you…”

[...Pause?]

[He laughs, cheeks flushed]

“Are you kidding? I’ve been wanting to since the moment you first said hi to me by the mailboxes.”

[Pause!]

“I know! Two years! I don’t normally get shy around people but… I don’t know. Something about you just makes me feel like a giddy little boy about to pull a girl’s pigtail or something stupid like that… I think your roomies know, too.”

[Pause???]

“How do I figure? Well, any time I try to talk to you with them around, they basically body block me to try and flirt. Which is impressive because, you know, big guy here. There’s not really a respectful way to deadlift two annoying bimbos out of your way to talk to the hot goth, though.”

[~Pause~]

“Aww, I’m gonna make your life Hell? How come?”

[Pause]

[He feigns innocence]

“Make them jealous? Awww… Can’t have that, can we? Guess you’ll have to hide me away like you do those little snacks.”

[Pause]

[He chuckles and finishes the cigarette]

“Fine, fine, I’ll stop being a butt… I really like you, though. I want to get to know you, maybe take you out on a date or two. Maybe more, if you don’t wind up dumping spaghetti on my head on date two, hehe.”

[...]

[Pause]

[He grins at you excitedly, wind making his long mane a bit shaggier than you’re used to]

“Yesss! C’mere, bring it in!”

[He pulls you into a big, bear hug, happy as can be]

[Pause!]

“Sorry, sorry! Got a little excited over you saying yes. It, uh, sounds like the party might be starting to head up, so… How’s about I help you finish setting up so you can actually enjoy the party?”

[Pause]

[He hasn’t let go yet. Lingering. For a brief moment, his voice turns strained. Almost stern]

“...Do me a favor, sweetheart… Don’t you ever get that close to the ledge again… Got it?”

[A chill goes through you]

[...]

“... We don’t need to talk about it, but… I know what you were thinking while sitting on that ledge, and… if you want to talk, we can. Just… Just don’t. OK?”

[...Pause.]

“Good. Now, c’mon, let’s finish up here. It should be a nice night up here, for once, I think.”

[...]

[...Yeah. Maybe it should]

[SFX: Fade out on the rooftop square’s door opening and people beginning to filter in for the party]

[To be continued?]

Note: Oh no, not a semi-observant himbo :( Goths have a quad weakness to his typing.