Hi," she mumbled quickly as she wal

Hi," she mumbled quickly as she walked past him. He paused to look over his shoulder and frowned. She was short, chubby, pale, and plain, but she was without a doubt the best tenant he'd ever had. Maybe he should make that the requirement for all his tenants, he thought with a chuckle.

He was just about to open his apartment door when a knock at the front door caught his attention. Grumbling, he walked over to the door, hoping his tenant wouldn't be making a habit of having people over after eight, and opened the door. He nearly swallowed his tongue when he spotted the familiar pizza logo on the guy's shirt.

"Is this 23 Bedford Street?" the kid asked.

Trevor nodded dumbly as his eyes took in the oversized pizza box Black Jack's was famous for and the small cardboard box on top of it. He sniffed, allowing his Bradford senses to do its thing and in seconds knew that he had a "Monster" and a large chicken tenders inches from his grasp.

His fingers twitched with the need to yank the food out of the guy's hands and make a run for it.

"That'll be $26.50. I'm sorry it took so.....wait a minute," the guy said, frowning. "You're not a Bradford, are you?" he asked, quickly taking in Trevor's dark hair, good looks, and large muscular build.

"No, no of course I'm not," Trevor said quickly, fully prepared to tackle the bastard if tried to leave with his food. Granted, that may have been one of the reasons why he was placed on the banned list at Black Jacks, but they really should have known better than to show up at his door at eleven at night with someone else's order. Besides he'd only scared the hell out of the guy, there was no real harm done, at least that's what the Judge decided.

He wasn't exactly sure what the rest of the men in his family did to earn a place on the banned list, but he could guess.

The man took a small step back and Trevor prepared to lunge. He gestured with his chin towards the mailbox. "It says Bradford on the mailbox."

"That's my neighbor," he said, forcing himself to remain calm as he pulled his wallet out of his pants pocket. He pulled out two twenties and handed them to the guy who was still looking unsure about the whole thing. "Keep the change."

That seemed to make up the man's mind. He handed Trevor the food and a two litter bottle of Coke and smiled. "Thank you, sir. You have a nice night."

"I will now," Trevor mumbled as his mouth watered. He closed the door and turned around only to find his little tenant standing in front of him, glaring at the food in his hands.

"Is that my order?" she demanded as she pushed a strand of her wet mahogany hair behind her ear, narrowing her baby blue eyes on his face.

"Um, no?" he cleared his throat, realizing that sounded more like a question. "This is my order."

"Oh." She frowned. "Sorry," she mumbled, heading back to her apartment. He wasn't too surprised that she didn't bitch about him stealing the washer from her. She never bitched, making her his favorite kind of tenant.

He walked into his apartment and shut the door, eager to dig into his food. He set the food down on the coffee table and turned on the game, which was thankfully still in the second inning, and headed to the kitchen for a glass and a handful of napkins.

Just as he was about to sit down and help himself to the first slice someone knocked on his door. Having a pretty good idea who it was, he ignored it and sat down. The knocking continued for another minute before it thankfully stopped. He picked up a thick slice of that beautiful pizza and almost wept. It had been too damn long since he'd had a slice of the most perfect pizza ever made.

He was just about to take a bite when the slice of pizza was ripped out of his hands. It took him a minute to realize what the hell had just happened and by the time he did his eyes were narrowing dangerously on his frumpy little neighbor as she tossed the slice of pizza back in the box and closed it. Then she placed the box of chicken tenders on top and picked them both up and headed for the door only to pause and return for the bottle of soda.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded.

"Getting my order. I called. Not only did you not order this, but apparently you're on some sort of banned list," she said, heading for the door.

Trevor was up and over the couch in seconds, blocking her way. "That's my food!" he snapped.

"No, it's not!"

"Yes, it is!"

"I ordered it!"

"So what? I paid for it. Put it back and get the hell out of my apartment!"

Her eyes narrowed on him as she squared her shoulders. "Look, I've put up with a lot of crap from you over the past two months, but stealing my Black Jack's pizza after I had the worst day of my life is the last straw. So I really don't give a damn if you go crying to your aunt and whine about this and get me evicted. I'm taking my pizza home and I'm going to enjoy it."

A lot of what she said and how she said it pissed him off, but he forced himself to focus as he reached out and snatched the pizza from her hands, earning a surprised gasp and a rather cute little growl as he moved away from her. She of course stalked after him, he would too. It was Black Jack's pizza after all.

"What the hell have I put you through? I've been a fucking perfect neighbor," he pointed out, sidestepping her as she tried to snatch away his chicken tenders.

She snorted at that. "Puhlease."

"I have!"

"Really?" she demanded, crossing her arms over her faded blue tee shirt and rather large chest.

"Yes, really!" he snapped back, forcing his eyes away from her chest. Shit. If he was checking out a woman like her it really had been too long since the last time he got laid.

For some reason she took that as her cue to share. "You park in my spot so that I'm forced to park on the street. I've gotten four parking tickets thanks to you," she said, making him frown. "You steal my paper every morning. You run the water when I'm taking a shower, leaving me to freeze my ass off and with no water pressure! You blast your television all night. You're loud and so are your friends. Every time I go to use the washing machine you steal it or worse, you take my clothes out of the drier before they're dry and throw them on top of my dirty clothes."

When he opened his mouth to argue she continued, cutting him off. "And every night you watch porn!" she said accusingly, and he swore he felt his cheeks burn. Fuck. This was embarrassing. Well, at least she didn't say-

"And you're loud. Really loud," she stressed, further pissing him off.

"Look, no one stopped you from telling me all this shit before. You wouldn't have gotten any of those tickets if you had just opened your fucking mouth and asked me to move my truck. Same deal goes for the water. How the hell was I supposed to know you were having a problem with your water if you didn't tell me?" he demanded, not mentioning any of the other things since they just made him look bad.

"Why in the hell would I tell you about the water?" she demanded, trying to steal his pizza.

"Because I'm the landlord!" he snapped, yanking the pizza away from her sneaky little hands.

"No, you're not," she snorted, trying to steal his pizza again.

"Call up my aunt if you think I'm lying. I own this house," he said, stepping away, but not fast enough. The damn woman stole his chicken fingers.

She considered him for a long moment while he tried to figure out how to steal back his precious chicken tenders. "Why would you have your aunt pretend she's the landlord?"

"Because I hate dealing with tenants," he said, switching the pizza to one hand and swiping out with the other to grab the small box away from her. She simply moved it back and out of his reach.

"Well," she said, sighing, "then I guess you're the one I should inform that I'm probably going to have to move out in a month."

"Fine," he bit out, glaring at the box in her hands. If she tried to leave with his chicken tenders so help him he would-

"Okay, so give me back my pizza," she said, holding her hands out expectantly.

"No. You give me back my chicken tenders."

"No."

Something in him snapped. He wasn't sure if it was from hunger, the embarrassment from knowing that she could hear him at night, or just the bullshit in general, but he said something he regretted before the last syllable left his mouth.
"It's not like you need it.

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Hi,"Dia berkata dengan cepat saat dia berjalan melewatinya. Dia berhenti sejenak untuk melihat di atas bahu-nya dan mengerutkan kening. Dia pendek, gemuk, pucat, dan polos, tapi dia adalah tanpa diragukan lagi penyewa terbaik yang pernah ia miliki. Mungkin ia harus membuat persyaratan untuk semua penyewa nya, ia berpikir dengan tertawa kecil.Dia adalah hanya tentang untuk membuka pintu apartemen ketika ketukan di pintu depan menarik perhatiannya. Menggerutu, ia berjalan ke pintu, berharap penyewa nya tidak membuat kebiasaan memiliki orang-orang atas setelah delapan, dan membuka pintu. Ia hampir menelan lidahnya ketika ia melihat logo pizza akrab pada kemeja pria."Apakah ini 23 Bedford Street?" tanya anak.Trevor mengangguk dumbly sebagai matanya mengambil kotak besar pizza Black Jack terkenal dan kotak kardus kecil di atasnya. Ia mengendus, memungkinkan Bradford nya Indra untuk melakukan nya hal dan dalam detik tahu bahwa ia "Monster" dan tender ayam besar inci dari genggamannya.Jari twitched dengan kebutuhan untuk menarik makanan dari tangan orang dan membuat kabur untuk itu."Itu akan menjadi $26,50. Saya minta maaf butuh so...wait per menit,"kata pria, mengerutkan kening. "Anda tidak Bradford, Anda?" Dia bertanya, dengan cepat mengambil rambut gelap Trevor, terlihat baik dan membangun otot besar."Tidak, tidak tentu saya tidak," Trevor berkata cepat, sepenuhnya siap untuk menangani bajingan jika mencoba untuk meninggalkan dengan makanan. Memang, yang mungkin salah satu alasan mengapa ia ditempatkan di daftar dilarang di Black Jack, tetapi mereka benar-benar seharusnya tahu lebih baik daripada untuk muncul di pintu di sebelas di malam hari dengan pesanan orang lain. Selain itu dia akan hanya takut neraka keluar dari pria, ada tidak benar-benar kerusakan yang dilakukan, setidaknya itulah apa Hakim memutuskan.Dia tidak tahu pasti apa yang sisa orang-orang dalam keluarganya lakukan untuk memperoleh tempat pada daftar dilarang, tapi dia bisa menebak.Laki-laki mengambil langkah kecil kembali dan Trevor siap untuk melompat. Dia memberi isyarat dengan dagu ke kotak pesan. "Dikatakan Bradford di kotak pesan.""Itu adalah tetangga saya," katanya, memaksa dirinya untuk tetap tenang ketika ia ditarik dompetnya keluar dari saku celana. Dia mengeluarkan dua dua puluhan dan memberikannya kepada orang yang masih sedang tidak yakin tentang seluruh hal. "Simpan perubahan".Yang tampaknya membuat pikiran manusia. Dia menyerahkan Trevor makanan dan sampah dua botol Coke dan tersenyum. "Terima kasih, sir. Anda memiliki malam yang indah.""Aku akan sekarang," Trevor gumam sebagai mulutnya disiram. Dia menutup pintu dan berbalik hanya untuk menemukan penyewa nya kecil yang berdiri di depannya, memelototi makanan di tangannya."Apakah itu pesanan saya?" dia menuntut seperti dia mendorong seuntai rambutnya mahoni basah di belakang telinga nya, penyempitan matanya biru di wajahnya."Um, tidak ada?" dia membersihkan tenggorokan, menyadari bahwa terdengar lebih seperti sebuah pertanyaan. "Ini adalah pesanan saya.""Oh." Dia mengerutkan kening. "Maaf," Dia berkata, kembali ke apartemen. Dia tidak terlalu terkejut bahwa ia tidak menggerutu tentang dia mencuri washer darinya. Dia tidak pernah bitched, membuatnya jenis penyewa nya favorit.Dia berjalan ke apartemennya dan menutup pintu, bersemangat untuk menggali ke dalam makanan. Dia meletakkan makanan di meja kopi dan berbalik pada permainan, yang untungnya masih di inning kedua, dan menuju ke dapur untuk gelas dan beberapa serbet.Sama seperti dia adalah tentang untuk duduk dan membantu dirinya untuk pertama slice seseorang mengetuk pintu. Memiliki ide yang cukup baik yang itu, ia mengabaikannya dan duduk. Ketukan berlanjut selama satu menit sebelum Untungnya itu berhenti. Dia mengambil sepotong tebal pizza yang indah dan hampir menangis. Sudah terlalu sialan lama karena ia punya sepotong pizza paling sempurna yang pernah dibuat.Dia adalah hanya tentang untuk mengambil menggigit ketika sepotong pizza merobek keluar dari tangan. Dia mengambil satu menit untuk menyadari apa sih yang terjadi dan pada saat dilakukannya matanya adalah penyempitan berbahaya pada tetangganya sedikit lusuh ketika ia melemparkan sepotong pizza kembali dalam kotak dan menutupnya. Kemudian dia ditempatkan dalam kotak tender ayam di atas dan menjemput mereka berdua dan menuju pintu hanya untuk berhenti sejenak dan kembali untuk botol soda."Apa sih menurutmu Anda lakukan?" dia menuntut."Mendapatkan pesanan saya. Aku menelepon. Tidak hanya Anda tidak memesan ini, tapi tampaknya Anda berada di daftar beberapa semacam dilarang,"demikian katanya, menuju pintu.Trevor adalah atas dan melewati sofa dalam hitungan detik, menghalangi jalan. "Itu adalah makanan saya!" ia tersentak."Tidak, itu bukanlah!""Ya, itu adalah!""Saya memerintahkan itu!""Jadi apa? Aku dibayar untuk itu. Memasukkannya kembali dan mendapatkan neraka keluar dari apartemen saya!"Matanya mempersempit kepadanya karena dia squared bahunya. "Lihat, aku sudah memasang dengan banyak omong kosong dari Anda selama dua bulan, tetapi mencuri saya Black Jack pizza setelah aku punya hari terburuk dalam hidupku adalah jerami terakhir. Jadi saya benar-benar tidak peduli jika Anda pergi menangis untuk Anda Bibi dan mengeluh tentang hal ini dan mendapatkan saya diusir. Saya mengambil saya pizza rumah dan aku akan menikmatinya."Banyak dari apa yang dia katakan dan bagaimana dia mengatakan itu marah padanya, tetapi dia dipaksa dirinya untuk fokus ketika ia mengulurkan tangan dan menyambar pizza dari tangannya, mendapatkan terengah terkejut dan growl sedikit agak lucu saat ia dipindahkan dari padanya. Dia tentu berjalan setelah dia, ia akan juga. Itu pizza Black Jack setelah semua."Apa sih aku menaruh Anda? Aku sudah seorang tetangga sialan sempurna,"Dia menunjuk keluar, sidestepping dia sebagai dia mencoba untuk mengambil Oper Nya ayam tender.Dia mendengus itu. "Puhlease.""Aku sudah!""Benarkah?" dia menuntut, menyeberangi lengan atas dia pudar kemeja tee biru dan dada agak besar."Ya, benar-benar!" dia membentak kembali, memaksa matanya dari dadanya. Kotoran. Jika dia sedang memeriksa wanita seperti dia benar-benar sudah terlalu lama sejak terakhir kali dia mendapat laid.Untuk beberapa alasan dia menganggap itu sebagai isyarat nya untuk berbagi. "Anda memarkir di tempat saya sehingga saya dipaksa untuk parkir di jalan. Saya telah mendapat tiket parkir empat terima kasih kepada Anda,"katanya, membuat dia cemberut. "Anda mencuri kertas saya setiap pagi. Anda menjalankan air ketika saya mengambil mandi, meninggalkan saya untuk membekukan pantatku off dan dengan tidak ada tekanan air! Anda ledakan televisi Anda sepanjang malam. Anda keras dan begitu juga teman-teman Anda. Setiap kali aku pergi ke menggunakan mesin cuci Anda mencuri atau lebih buruk, Anda mengambil pakaian dari kering sebelum mereka kering dan melemparkan mereka di atas pakaian kotor."Ketika ia membuka mulutnya untuk berdebat lanjutnya, memotong kepadanya. "Dan setiap malam Anda menonton porno!" katanya telunjuknya, dan ia bersumpah ia merasa pipinya yang membakar. Persetan. Ini adalah memalukan. Yah, setidaknya dia tidak mengatakan-"Dan kau keras. Benar-benar keras,"dia menekankan, lebih lanjut kencing dia."Lihat, tidak ada yang menghentikan Anda dari menceritakan semua omong kosong ini sebelum. Anda tidak akan mendapatkan salah satu dari orang-orang tiket jika Anda memiliki hanya membuka mulut Anda sialan dan meminta saya untuk memindahkan truk. Kesepakatan yang sama berlaku untuk air. Bagaimana seharusnya saya tahu Anda memiliki masalah dengan air Anda jika Anda tidak memberitahu saya?"dia menuntut, tidak menyebutkan salah satu hal-hal lain karena mereka hanya membuat dia terlihat buruk."Why in the hell would I tell you about the water?" she demanded, trying to steal his pizza."Because I'm the landlord!" he snapped, yanking the pizza away from her sneaky little hands."No, you're not," she snorted, trying to steal his pizza again."Call up my aunt if you think I'm lying. I own this house," he said, stepping away, but not fast enough. The damn woman stole his chicken fingers.She considered him for a long moment while he tried to figure out how to steal back his precious chicken tenders. "Why would you have your aunt pretend she's the landlord?""Because I hate dealing with tenants," he said, switching the pizza to one hand and swiping out with the other to grab the small box away from her. She simply moved it back and out of his reach."Well," she said, sighing, "then I guess you're the one I should inform that I'm probably going to have to move out in a month.""Fine," he bit out, glaring at the box in her hands. If she tried to leave with his chicken tenders so help him he would-"Okay, so give me back my pizza," she said, holding her hands out expectantly."No. You give me back my chicken tenders.""No."Something in him snapped. He wasn't sure if it was from hunger, the embarrassment from knowing that she could hear him at night, or just the bullshit in general, but he said something he regretted before the last syllable left his mouth."It's not like you need it.