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neighbors. chapter two. (d.d)

A/N: whew! Sorry this took so long, I've had such a long week and wrote myself into a corner for a little bit. I hoooooope this is okay. Let me know if anything seems out of character, if you like something, if you don’t, etc etc! All criticism is always appreciated (: Let me knooooow! - hailey

Warnings: drinking & cussing

Word Count: 3.2k on the dot!

Chapter 1

“Wait, like DAVID David? Like, neighbor David?” Francine’s jaw dropped on your phone screen, the rest of the girls mimicking her.

“Yes, Francine. David Dobrik. Oh my god, I don’t even know how it happened, it all went so quick!”

“What happened?” Tessa scrunched her eyebrows together. She was on her way home from work, walking with headphones in as she sipped on her iced coffee, eyes flickering between the sidewalk and her phone.

“Natalie, his assistant, invited me over for drinks and obviously, like, I couldn’t say no, right?” They nodded in sync, “So I went over there, and it was fine for like 45 minutes, David wasn’t around, Natalie and I were just talking, having a few drinks, and I was telling her about my job and you guys and vice versa. I was having a good time! David comes out and things immediately get weird. It’s like he flipped a fucking switch in me! Like, I couldn’t think of anything remotely cool to say.”

“You’re still not spilling how this ended with you coming to New York with him?” Sienna inquires.

“Well, Natalie was listening to me talking about you and she kind of brought it up?”

“Didn’t you meet her, like, today?” Tessa chimes in, confused as she still walks her way through Manhattan.

“I know! That’s what I was thinking! She was hearing me talk about you guys and how much I miss New York. She just asked out of the blue. David had said something about being her boss and she just told him to come with. Did I mention she’s trying to hook us up too? AND HE PAID FOR ALL OF THREE OF US! Ugh!” You’re going back and forth between your closet exasperatedly, folding random items of clothing and tossing it in your suitcase (way too much for a weekend trip, but you know it’s because you want to look good for him). You stop in between the story to make sure outfits match, wanting their approval before you make yourself look foolish in front of the man. He probably won’t even notice, but it’s the little things that count.

“Wait, he paid?” They ask in unison. You nod your head quickly.

“Yeah! I tried to tell him I can afford to pay for my own ticket and he just said, ‘I didn’t ask if you could afford it, I’m paying,’” you roll your eyes, mocking him.

“Y/N, you know what this means….” Francine says, feigning nervousness, “you need to go on a date with him when you get here. Like, it’s an absolute need. You’ll die if you don’t.”

“I don’t know if I even want to date anyone! I just got here in LA, I need to settle down with my job first-“

“Y/N. No. You remember whatshisface from high school? You cheated yourself out of him, too-“

“Sienna, I just met the guy today. I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves!”

“You may have met him today, but he bought you a ticket to come home for the weekend! Like, he’s either a really nice stranger or he’s into you, Y/N,” Sienna offers. She seems to be at home in her pajamas. Respectable.

“Okay, and what if he is into me? Then what?”

They all groan, “You get a boyfriend, Y/N!”

“I don’t need one!”

“Uh, yes, you do. You’re so lonely in LA! Like, all you do is go to work and post pictures of what you’re eating or what you’re watching on Netflix. You work so hard to have a good life and you don’t even get to appreciate it! Just go on one date with him while you’re here. Russian Tea Room? Butter? Go shopping afterwards? Literally anything. It’d be nice! One date and see what happens, Y/N! Plus, it’s kind of chilly here right now…you can borrow his jacket!” Francine is really pushing this whole boyfriend idea. You don’t say anything, sighing halfheartedly before taking your phone in your bathroom to speak to them while you bag up toiletries.

“Fine. I’ll ask, I guess. What about Natalie?” You’re going through your shampoos and conditioners, having difficulty determining what makes your hair the softest. You suddenly realize how much of a try hard you are.

“We’ve got you, bitch. I wanna pick her brain about David,” Francine admits. Of course, she would.

“I can’t believe you guys are making me do this.”

“It’s for your own good,” says Tessa. You can only roll your eyes in response.

“I’ve gotta go. I’ll call when I land.”

“See you soon, Y/N! One of us will be there to pick you up. When do you land?”

“Like, 10:30? He wanted to get there in the morning.” They ooo’ed as you told them you loved them and hung up.

The flight was painstakingly awkward. You were stuck in between David and Natalie (Natalie’s doing), and while you wanted to speak to him, he was editing the entire time. Natalie was passed out, quietly snoring. She remained that way for the rest of the flight. He had opted for a late plane, taking off at 5:00 AM, insisting it was easier for him because he would be up all night anyway. You didn’t mind, you would have been up all night either way, but he does give you a few questioning looks as you order more than a couple rum and cokes.

He takes a brief break, turning and saying to you, “Aren’t you tired?”

“Not really. I stay up often. Hey, while you’re not busy, can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“So, uh, I’m gonna be honest, we’re going to meet my friends, right? Like, they’re one of the reasons we’re here?”

“I guess? Natalie wanted to come, I don’t really know anything about them.” His implication of not wanting to come kind of offends you. If he didn’t want to make the trip, he didn’t have to, and he certainly didn’t have to pay.

“I mean – okay, I’ll just let them introduce themselves, but anyways, you moved in a few months ago and I had also just moved in, I’d been in my house for like, two weeks, right? I noticed you, not gonna lie, because you were really fucking loud and an annoying neighbor, but it’s fine, that’s not the point!”

“Are you drunk?”

Your eyes widen, “Oh my gosh, what? No! I had a few drinks, but I’m pretty much a heavyweight. Yale was a wack party school. Taught me in more ways than one. Anyway, so I noticed you, and I told my friends about you.”

“Is this bad? Like, you told them I’m annoying so now they’re gonna act all weird when I meet them?”

“Oh my god, David, just let me finish. I told them about you, and I was like, ‘Oh, guys, he’s really cute and he must be fucking rich because he’s my neighbor but he’s so young, so I don’t know? Trust fund baby, maybe? I don’t know, but he’s hot.’ Anyway, long story short, they really wanted me to ask you out on a date while we’re here.”

“Okay?”

“What do you mean, ‘Okay?’ Like, do you want to or not?”

“Sure, I guess,” he shrugs.

“I really do not appreciate the nonchalance!” You jokingly shove, but you feel your hand stay on his shoulder for a moment too long when you meet his eyes. He doesn’t laugh as you quickly remove your hand, almost as though you had gotten burnt.

“I’ll pay,” he says, not acknowledging what had happened as he turns back to his computer.

“No, you’re not! You paid for me to come here. Plus, I don’t even know you and I’m the one who asked. You don’t get to pay!”

“I’m paying, it’s fine,” he insists, now absentmindedly editing with one earbud in.

“No, you’re not. You wanna go tonight, or…?” He only nods in response, murmuring a small sure. Even with his adamance about paying, he’s kind of acting like an asshole. You wish you could put your finger on it. You know the body language of someone who’s getting distracted while they’re trying to work, and that is definitely not what he’s doing. The only thing you’re reading from him is unwillingness. You’re not stupid; you know when to end a conversation. You turn away from him and put your earbuds in, quickly typing out a text to you and your friends’ group chat, writing, He said yes. You end up falling asleep, elbow on the arm rest, supporting your head. You wake at the end of the flight, David giving you a soft nudge with the lift of his shoulder. You fucking fell asleep on him.

“Oh, fuck, holy shit. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ He waves you off, not worrying about it as he starts packing up his belongings.

“You were slowly leaning over for like 30 minutes, so I just put your elbow down. It’s fine. Can you wake Nat?” He did what now? You don’t allow yourself to mentally trip over it as you turn to softly shake Natalie’s shoulder. She grumbles softly, stretching her arms out in front of her before sliding her glasses on.

“Y/N asked me out on a date,” David whispers to Natalie, smile playing at his lips while he fidgets with the straps on his backpack. You’re preoccupied at baggage claim, foot tapping impatiently as you scan the bags coming out of the conveyor belt. Theirs had come before yours.

“And you said….?”

“I mean, I said yes, duh. I just don’t know if it’s a good idea.”

“Jesus Christ, David,” her eyes roll, “Don’t be stupid. Why can’t you do anything good for yourself? You know you want to, and you never would have gotten the balls to ask her, let alone any girl. Liza asked you on your first date, too. Just look at it as a good thing. You’re a pussy, anyways.”

“I am not a pussy!” he exclaims before bringing his voice lower, “And don’t compare her to Liza.”

“You are too, and why not? Like, obviously we know Liza better, but if you look at what’s on paper aren’t they almost the same?”

“We don’t know Y/N.”

“And yet here we are. Don’t be an asshole because you’re still waiting on Liza. You forget she was basically your first relationship. You’re only hurting yourself, David.”

“She seems desperate,” he offers in retaliation. He’s getting annoyed and he fucking hates it.

“She literally doesn’t. She thinks you’re cute. That’s not desperate. You know what’s desperate? Waiting on an ex when it’s been a whole year since you’ve broken up-“

“You know our break up wasn’t like that!”

“Yes, I do, Dave,” Natalie has turned to him now, not afraid to look him in the eye, “But I’m serious. You need to fucking move on.”

“I have moved on.”

“If you’ve moved on, why are we having this conversation?” He can only huff in response, aware of how correct Natalie is. She turns away and takes his exasperation as a victory, eyeing you as you spot your luggage and turn around, making your way back to them.

“Francine, you need to fucking cool it,” you warn, no real anger in your voice as you both walk ahead of Natalie and David. “He’s been sending mixed signals ever since I had drinks with Natalie at his house. Like, who the fuck says, ‘I guess,’ to being asked out on a date?”

“Oh, so he’s an asshole?” She whispers, leading you to your Uber. You reassure her he’s not, that he’s not an asshole asshole, but he’s also not trying his best to be friendly. Natalie had asked where Sienna and Tessa were before you had explained they were working, but would be free later that night and the next day. You and David didn’t speak for the rest of the morning, even through the car ride, hotel check in, luggage drop off at their hotel and Francine’s apartment, and breakfast. You don’t know how to take it and Francine doesn’t either. She pulls you aside in the bathroom at the restaurant, whispering to you about how cute he is and how you need to try harder. You reiterate to her that you are trying, very hard actually, but he isn’t being responsive. You even consider cancelling the date altogether, but Francine’s frantic “no, no, no, no” swayed you.

You and Francine are in the bathroom, Francine attempting to hype you up in the mirror while Natalie makes the effort to do the same to David at the table. She’s fixing his hoodie and pushing his hair to where it should be while calling him stupid for not flirting with you. Her reprimands go in one ear and out the other, denying that there’s any chemistry at all. There isn’t, not really; it’s mostly just a spectacle, and you both know it.

Breakfast and lunch go (mostly) smoothly, a few moments of awkward shared words between you two. You eventually David off to yourself behind the two girls while walking to give him Francine’s address and discuss the date details. You maintain eye contact with him during the exchange, deciding on a time he’d pick you up and where you’d go. He insists on Per Se, pointing it out as you pass it, laughing through your protests about it being too expensive and still not wanting him to pay.

“David, I’ve lived in New York my entire life and I think I’ve only been a handful of times. Like, you don’t get how expensive it is-“

“Y/N! It’s fine! I swear. I give people money to let me shoot them with paintball guns. I can take you to dinner.”

“Okay, but it’s not like we’re going to Chili’s! It’s one of the most expensive restaurants in all of Manhattan.”

“It’s fine. I’m taking you. End of!” You sulk as you tell Francine you should split up with David and Natalie, explaining that due to his expensive taste, you now must go shopping and recommend he goes as well.

“Now, explain to me, David, how in the fuck are you going to act like you don’t want to go on a date with her when you’re going to take her to a dinner that’s probably going to cost you over a grand? Plus, what she’s going to wear, what you’re going to wear, and whatever you guys do afterwards? Sounds like you’re in denial.” Natalie is filing through racks at Saks, doing all the work while David stands there.

“Natalie, there’s like, nothing between us,” he promises, “The girl deserves a good first date. If I can afford it, I’ll do it. And I can, so what’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is: you’re jumping through all of these hoops-“

“PLEASE remember that I literally did not know her name 24 hours ago!” She mutters a small whatever, tired of him. She can only hope you two will hit it off, so she won’t have to deal with him for the rest of the weekend. Natalie throws the hangers in her arms into his passive aggressively, telling him to go try the articles on and show her after each one. She might just kill him.

You and Francine’s conversation in the Saks dressing room mirrored David and Natalie’s almost exactly.

The date goes well, to put it bluntly. Almost too well. He did indeed pay a fixed price of three hundred and fifty dollars for the two of you, even insisting on buying an entire bottle of the most expensive Merlot they had, much to your dismay. You explained your job in further detail to him and him, almost tipsy after half a glass of wine, essentially told you his life story about Slovakia, Chicago, Natalie, high school, Vine, and YouTube. You let him and listened very intently as you snuck sips from his glass, knowing he’d be unable to finish it. It hit you how stupid he may be when the waitress ordered him to not touch his plate quite yet, as it was too hot, and he looked you in the eyes and touched the side of his plate with his index finger. He had too much money for his own good.

The check eventually came, his eyes widening as he told you how expensive of a date you were. The joke immediately went over your head, reaching for your wallet to pull out your card. He let you, knowing he was going to let it stay in your hand. You reached across the table to force it into his palm; instead, he dropped it back on the table, taking your hand in his as he flagged down the waitress.

“Ugh, you’re so annoying! Just let me pay.”

“You can get the milkshakes later,” he promises, quickly removing his hand from yours, able to tell you don’t know what quite to say. You kind of thought this would have been the entire date, and now he wants to extend it? A mere 12 hours ago he was giving you the cold shoulder on the plane and now he’s paying for a thousand-dollar dinner and essentially telling you he doesn’t want the date to end? He’s very talented at sending mixed signals. He’s sobered up now, sliding your card back to you as he places his own in his wallet.

After you leave, you somehow find the room in your stomachs to split a milkshake on 9th, two straws and all. You make sure to call him a liar as he pays for it (you knew he would). You wander through the city together, hand in hand, showing him where you went to school, your childhood apartment building, where you ate breakfast with your friends before school, your favorite bookstore, almost too much. You almost felt like you were being excessive, but the thumb rubbing the back of your hand told you otherwise. If it had been any other guy, you think you might be confident of their reciprocated feelings, but his mixed signals from earlier threw you off. You don’t know whether to take him legitimately or not, so you try not to get your hopes up…until you find yourself in the hallway of Francine’s apartment building, pressed up against her door, a soft thud emerging, as his lips land on yours. His hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the slow kisses immediately changed your mind. You pulled away from him, placing a final kiss on his lips and pushing slightly at his chest before anything more occurred (especially with Francine, Natalie, Sienna, and Tessa laughing on the other side of the door).

“Wait, Y/N,” he leaned in again, kissing you once more before leaning out and apologizing softly, murmuring a ‘Sorry, wanted it,’ and knocking on Francine’s door for you. You hear the feet shuffling to the door and give him a kiss on the cheek, as quick and wet as you can, before Natalie opens the door to two attempts at hiding smiles.

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