I loved this! Here’s a link to the song that inspired this ficlet! I hope you enjoy it! Here’s prompt #2: “How long have you been standing there?”
When Derek got to his New York apartment, the last thing he expected was to have several noise complaints on his door. Some were signed by his neighbors and some were anonymous, regardless it was an alarming sight. He barely used his TV, his computer’s volume never went over fifty percent, and he didn’t have guest over often.
So noise complaints wasn’t something he was prepared for.
Quickly he gathered them off the door, using his nails to scrape the residual tape from the wood before entering his apartment. Once inside he was greeted with dead silence…which wasn’t quite the criteria for several noise complaints.
He’s been gone for a few hours at most, so what the hell happened? Instead of dwelling on it Derek flicked on the lights and moved to the kitchen.
Just as he was about to set down his bag of groceries a loud stream of music echoed outside of his window. It was loud and the sound quality was grainy at best; but the old doo-wop jazz was crystal clear. Without hesitation he flew over to the window, unlocking it before lifting it up, promptly sticking his head out.
Snowflakes and cold wind bit his cheeks and the darkening sky made looking down below a bit of a challenge. However the giant boom box wasn’t hard to spot; it was held up high by familiar looking hands.
Stiles.
Stiles was standing out in the snow, probably freezing, with an old boom box blasting the Four Tops’ “Baby I Need Your Loving”. Their eyes met and Stiles’ looked a mix of relieved and hopeful. Derek noted how brilliant Stiles’ smile was.
“How long have you been standing there?” Derek called.
Stiles turned down the music, “um…long enough that I can’t feel my fingers and face?”
Derek laughed into his hands, from the cheesy bomb box or Stiles’ mild stupidity he didn’t know. He looked back down to Stiles with a sheepish smile on his face.
“Sorry to break it to you, but I haven’t been home all day,” he explained.
“Oh.”
“And your music put about ten noise complaint notices on my door,” he continued.
“Oh.”
“Yeah oh,” Derek said before adding, “but I do love the Four Tops.”
Stiles snickered, “dude they’re iconic, I mean the 60s knew how to woo people.”
“So this is you wooing me? I didn’t realize we were we in Say Anything,” Derek teased.
“Well–uh, I was hoping maybe this would–um–”
“Hey Stiles?”
“Yes?” Stiles said.
“You wooed me, stop sputtering like an idiot,” Derek said.
“I’m not a sputtering idiot! You ass!” Stiles gasped but he was clearly amused.
Before Derek could respond the window just beside his smacked open, his neighbor sticking her head out of the window, blonde hair whipping around in the wind.
“Awesome! You got yourself a loud sputtering idiot! Quiet down, yeah?” She said more than asked before slipping back inside. A few moments of silence passed before they both laughed. A few minutes passed before Stiles was in his apartment. A few more minutes passed before they found a pretty fun way to warm up together.
They ended up keeping the boom box.
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