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Wendy Christensen felt her bangs shift under the breeze from the open window in her room. She was hard at work sketching a self portrait for her AP Drawing class, but as the sun went down, her artificial lamp light strained her eyes. The sound of The Cranberries from her cd player quietly centered the girl while she continued to sketch.
Next door, her rowdy neighbor Kevin Fischer was just getting out of the shower. He made sure to obnoxiously blast Shake it Fast as soon as he entered his room and did as the lyrics suggested. The towel around his waist struggled to hold on as his hips circled around. The sound of his off key karaoke travelled through his own open window and right into the eardrums of the girl one house over.
She huffed and took a deep breath. Ignore him. Her pencil glided against the paper in tiny strokes but her focus was broken. Wendy stood up from her desk and leaned out the window. The sight of the boy dancing around his room was enough to make her gag.
”Can you-!?” A screeching voice crept into Kevin’s room and his body turned to the window. He saw his next door neighbor’s head stuck through her curtains and the dusty pink pajama top that covered her body.
“What?!” Kevin yelled across the gap, his own body slanted out the open window.
”It’s too loud! Can you turn that down?!”
The thumping bass was enough to distort her voice enough that he failed to understand a word she said. Kevin grimaced and pushed his body further out, reaching a hand up to cup his ear like a cartoon, “what?!”
Wendy groaned and rolled her eyes. She tried to make a motion so he would understand to turn his music down, but by the look on his face, she knew he took it the wrong way.
She wants to jerk me off? He made a makeshift megaphone with his hands, ”I can’t hear you!”
”Exactly!”
When Wendy saw his body disappear from the window, she gladly returned to the warmth of her room. The goosebumps had just begun to fade from her arms when Kevin’s damp hair came back into sight. He hadn’t turned the music fully off, but it was low enough to make the crickets outside noticeable.
”What were you saying?” The confusion on his face made his face look melted and Wendy stuck her head back out in annoyance.
”Your racket is hurting my ears,” she said while she brushed her bangs as far behind her ears as she could.
The boys gasped and put a hand to his heart, “Racket, my ass! That’s Mystikal!”
”I don’t care, just keep it down.”
Thoughts swirled through the boy’s head until a certain idea struck him. Wendy’s eyebrows dropped as he began to speak once more, “that’s something I could do…if you flashed me!”
She gasped and instinctively covered her already covered breasts. Before she could call him a pervert, his comments jumped over the gap again, “fair trade off, I think.”
”You are vile!”
Kevin only laughed to himself as he watched her aggressively shut her window. To her dismay, the bottom of the fabric had gotten caught under the wood and when she turned around, her pajama top didn’t follow her. In a panicked fear, she turned around to retrieve her shirt until she realized that he was still watching.
Wendy thought her heart might stop. Kevin looked as though a simple feather landing on his head could’ve caused his whole body to topple out the window. Her hands flew to cover her exposed body but he was already pointing at her.
Score! Kevin fist pumped the air, looked at himself in the full length mirror beside his door, and dropped his towel. Naturally, in preparation for bed.
Rats! Wendy grabbed her shirt back and put it on. While she redid all the buttons, her cheeks felt like they were being barbecue grilled. It was hard to remember a time when she wasn’t interrupted by the latest “Kevin Fischer shenanigan.” Multiple uncompleted canvases leaned against a corner of her room, each with a memory of such tied to it.
Her fingers rubbed her temples and she tried her best to stop thinking about the brute that lived next door. Tomorrow was Monday and she was not in the mood to start the week off with dumb jock disease on the brain.