You're my neighbor and you're really cute but you almost burnt our apartment building down with your failed attempts at cooking, please don't do that again + Bellarke :)
“Shit, shit, shit!”
Bellamy chuckles even though the high pitched sound of his neighbor’s smoke alarm is screaming through their shared kitchen wall.
Somehow he’s still able to hear her voice over the continuous beeping.
“Fuck! Shit! Son of a bitch!”
He laughs when he hears the stove open and slam shut again followed by a clanging sound, like a pan hitting countertop. A few more curse words (although there is something strangely sexy about a woman with that kind of lexicon) and then the distinct smell of smoke.
“Damn these thin walls,” he mumbles to himself as he opens a window to air out his apartment.
It happens again three days later.
A slew of swear words and the smoke alarm beeping followed by clanging noises and then smoke.
He briefly considers buying his neighbor a cookbook, actually starts to search for one online that he could just anonymously send to her, before thinking better of it. Instead he just grumbles as he’s shutting down his laptop and opening up the sliding glass door that leads to his balcony for some fresh air.
The third time it happens he knocks on her door.
An entire monologue is written in his mind.
Do you know what you’re doing every time you start a mini fire in your kitchen? Do you know how dangerous it is? Are you okay with putting the entire building at risk every time you try to make ramen?!
But then she opens the door and every word he was going to say is gone from the tip of his tongue.
His neighbor is a tiny blonde, whose hair is currently up in the messiest bun he’s ever seen. Golden tendrils are falling out over a gorgeous face covered in exasperation and flour. Lots and lots of flour.