I let out an obnoxiously loud sigh as i picked up the heavy box and lugged it into my new apartment building, climbing the slightly dirty stairwell. As soon as i reached the door to my apartment, i set the box on the rail and took out the rusted key. After i unlocked my door and brought the first box in, i set it down on the kitchen counter and looked around slowly.
The apartment wasn’t huge. It had a decent sized bedroom with a bathroom and the kitchen had enough room for a dining area. The living room connected to the kitchen and was lined with big windows. The building was one of those buildings that looks dirty but when you enter one of the apartments, it’s actually relatively clean. Of the people i’ve met so far- an elderly lady that owns more than enough cats, and a tall blond boy that reeked of pot- everyone seems at least kind.
I looked around quietly and smiled to myself. I’d finally moved away from my parents and am on my own. I got a job at a nearby record store/coffee shop, and had finally saved enough money to get myself a shitty apartment in a relatively nice area.
I took a quick peek outside to my car and realized i still have a fuck ton of boxes and furniture to move in. just as I’m walking to my door, there’s a soft knocking. I glance through the peephole and see a tall man with bright red hair, looking slightly nervous.
When i open the door i am almost knocked off my feet by how beautiful this man is. He’s taller than me and his hair is even brighter than i could have thought possible. His jaw line is sharp and his eyes are a deep hazel color with hints of green. He blushes and his eyes widen but he quickly puts on a cool face and gives me a confused smile.
“H-hello,” i say shakily, my anxiety bubbling up. his face slowly changes from confusion to something i can’t quite make out, then he shakes his head slightly and smirks at me slyly.
“Hi there! My name’s Gerard, i live next door.” he says smoothly as he points behind him with his thumb. I glance around him a bit and sure enough, there’s a door almost identical to mine.
I offer him a shy smile and his face softens as he giggles and says “i saw you were moving in and that you have quite a lot of boxes and things, and was wondering if you needed some help?”
A dark blush creeps onto my cheeks as i nod my head and mumble “t-thank you.. I couldn’t find someone that was willing to help me.” he smiles at me softly and puts a hand on my shoulder while we walk down the stairs and out to my run down looking car. I tried to will away the blush that spread over my cheeks when he leaned into the back seat to grab a box, and i couldn’t help myself from staring at his ass. His black skinny jeans clung to him tightly and i had to shake my head to stop thinking such thoughts. I didn’t even know the guy!
I cleared my throat probably a bit too loud and managed to squeak out “m-my name is f-frank by the way..” He stood up abruptly and almost knocked me over by putting an extremely heavy box in my arms. After i regained my balance, he turned back to me with another box in his hands and he shot me a sly grin before he nodded his head to the door. “Let’s get this stuff inside then we can deal with the niceties.”

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After a copious amount of sweat and many accidental ass glimpses, we finally managed to carry the last box into the apartment. Gerard threw himself down on my couch and i plopped down beside him, my eyes trailing over his sweaty body. When i reached his eyes, i noticed he was staring at me as well.
“T-thank you for all your help, it r-really means alot to me. I can pay you if you want..” i trailed off, reaching for my wallet. He sat up and quickly smacked my hand away. “In no way am i allowing you to pay me for helping you move. I’ll think of something later, but for now, we should just chill out because that was tiring as fuck.” he chuckled and lazily put his feet on me.
I giggles and slowly pushed him off of me and stood to walk into the kitchen. I walked to the fridge and pulled out two beers, offering one to Gerard and walking back to the couch before grinning at him and saying “Pizza?”
He nods his head frantically and i walk back to the kitchen to call in an order.

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After the pizza arrives, Gerard insists on paying at least half the bill. We put on a cheesy horror movie and eat while making jokes about how bad the acting is.
As the movie ends, he is pretty much falling asleep and has had maybe a few too many beers. I sigh and pick him up. He leans on me heavily and kisses my cheek. “Thaaaannk youu frankiee!” he slurs as i help him into the hall. I’m giggling quietly to myself as i reach into his pocket and grab his key, ignoring the almost painful looking bulge in his jeans.
I drag him into his apartment and quickly find his bed, dropping him onto it and quickly tugging off his shoes, shirt, and jeans. He giggles and dives under the covers, pushing his head into the pillows. He tugs me down by my shirt and kisses my lips softly, giggling before he closes his eyes. I smile and kiss his forehead before writing my number on a piece of paper and taping it to his forehead. I murmur a quick goodnight and turn off his lights, leaving the apartment and locking the door behind me.
After i get in, i slip into the shower, quickly washing away the day’s sweat. After my shower and checking to make sure the doors are locked, i throw on a pair of sweatpants and practically jumped into bed, letting sleep pull me away while only thinking about one thing; Gerard.

Notes

Hey everybody! so, here's the first chapter to my first ever story! constructive criticism is welcome. i'm not exactly sure when i'll be updating, but i'll try to keep my schedule as regular as possible ^~^
i love you guys! thanks so much for reading, and i hope i can make this story interesting enough to keep you coming back.
xoxo- claire <3