Drunk Neighbor Boy

A week later, while on my way to my family camping trip, I got a call from work asking if I could bartend. They knew I was on vacation, but the girl that was covering for me ended up in a car accident and would not be able to cover my shift anymore. I reluctantly agreed and said I would be running late as I was already almost to the campsite and would have to drop my brother off at the campground and then take his car to get back to the city.

While still on our way to the campsite, Neighbor Boy messaged me on Facebook. He was following up about the key for the roof. I told him I wasn’t home at the moment, but would be home super late and he could message one of my other roommates for the key to the roof. He flirted for a bit and said that if I hear a bunch of music and noise coming from his apartment when I get home tonight, I should stop by for his birthday party. I told him I would try, but it wouldn’t be until about 3am. He said the party should still be going, but I could also message him to double check whenever I get home. He also tried to tell me he wanted to get my number last week, but didn’t want to ruin my date. I told him that Shane and I are just friends and it wasn’t a date. He didn’t believe me.

I dropped my brother off at the campsite and turned back to go bartend for the evening. My manager thanked me for being there and said that if I wanted, I could leave as early as 12/12:30 as long as it’s not crazy. I took advantage of this offer, closed my POS, and booked it at about 12:20am.

I messaged Neighbor Boy as I was leaving and told him I would be there in about 20 minutes. He didn’t respond. When I got home, as I walked up to my apartment, I heard music coming from Neighbor Boy’s apartment. I wanted to freshen up and grab myself a drink to bring down, so I went up, I stalled in hopes that he would respond before I just showed up.

Fifteen minutes or so went by since I’ve been home, about forty minutes since I messaged him and still no response. In his earlier message, he did say if I heard a bunch of noise and music to stop by. I grabbed my drink, and walked downstairs and walked into the party. As I walked in, there was hardly anyone left. Like less than 10 people. I didn’t see Neighbor Boy in the vast open space, but I also didn’t look for him. I started to say hi to one of Neighbor Boy’s roommates, and not long after I got talking, Neighbor Boy sat up, he was laying on the couch nearly passed out.

He hurried over to talk to me and although I already introduced myself to his roommate Max, Neighbor Boy intervened to introduce us (kind of), but more or less to tell Max that, “This is our sexy upstairs neighbor that I’ve been telling you about,” as he looked me up and down basically staring at my tits.

Kind of offended, also embarrassed, yet some how flattered, I shut him down by saying, “Thanks for the introduction, but I think I got it covered, we already met.” And I continued my conversation with Max. Neighbor Boy drunkenly flustered now, tried to participate in the conversation. I still wasn’t accepting his drunk ass. Max offered to grab me a drink, I finished mine and accepted.

While Max went to the kitchen, Neighbor Boy stepped back in and apologized for his drunkness. He claimed he was napping and trying to sober up before I came, but I got there earlier than he expected. I listened to his drunkness, laughed as he frantically tried to explain to me his approach, and laughed some more as he drunkenly tried to make up for it by telling me things like, “You’re so attractive. Obviously I think you’re attractive. But you’re also cool. You’re sexy….” His drunken statements kept spewing out in a repetitive manner.

I tried to hang out for a bit, when Max came back with my drink, he stood near by to observe the drunken mess in front of us. Neighbor Boy was sloshed, trying to come back, but failing hard. His favorite thing to tell me over and over, “You’re so attractive.” He was trying so hard not to say hot, sexy, or anything that would offend me because he already fucked up. He also brought up my “date” with Shane a few more times, trying to tell me how he didn’t want to ruin it. About twenty minutes of this went by, I finished the drink Max made me, and then said my good byes. Neighbor Boy, upset and confused, followed me to the front door, “Sorry I’m fucked up. You’re so attractive. Can I take you out?” Slurring his words.

Now standing by the front door, I laughed and told him, “Try asking me again when you’re sober.”

“I’m sober enough. I think you’re attractive. Also cool…” he persisted.

“You hardly even know me.” I explained.

“You brought my dog back, so you’re cool.” He was trying so hard. I laughed, he continued, “So can we hang out?”

“You’re drunk. Try another time, and maybe,” I told him.

“Is that maybe a yes? Or are you just being nice?” and before I could tell him to ask me later again, his drunk ass continued, “Do you even find me attractive? I find you attractive.”

“Yes, I find you attractive.”

“Do you really? Or are you just saying that?” He questioned.

“I do.”

“So we can hang out?” He tried again.

“Ask again when you’re sober.” I insisted, and he conceded.

“Fine. But can I get a birthday kiss?” He was pushing it.

“A birthday hug.” I told him.

“A kiss?” He said.

“A kiss on the cheek.” I negotiated.

“Fine.” he accepted.

He hugged me and held me for a moment. He then leaned back still holding me. I looked at him, he pointed to his cheek. I smirked and went to kiss his cheek, he tried to turn his lips towards mine to try to kiss me. I pulled away and gave him a look, he then turned his cheek to me again, and I kissed his cheek. He pulled me in to extend the hug for a moment, then I pulled away and walked out and headed up stairs to pass out.

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Is downstairs too close to home? Am I shitting where I eat? When the boy in question lives right downstairs, it’s important to proceed with caution. We’ll see.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

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