i accidentally walked into your apartment thinking it was mine because i was too busy looking at my phone Jiper au?
Piper’s neighbor is hot. Ridiculously, unfairly, dream hauntingly hot. He’s over six feet of history loving hunk that she swears could be a model for Calvin Klein. Add to that his blond hair that’s roughly styled, an adorable scar on his lip, and his electric blue eyes and it’s the perfect recipe for giving her thoughts she shouldn’t have about the guy next door. There conversations have been few and far between but she’s milked each one for everything it’s worth. Most of them have been small moments in the hall or elevator when they run into one another, but there have been the two instances of wrongly delivered mail that let onto the fact he’s a nerd. Getting Preservation magazine had been a bit confusing until she’d seen the name Jason Grace at the bottom. That had also been the start of her love of his name. Jason Grace. If she had a notebook she’d have doodled ‘Piper Grace’ a thousand times on it.
For months she’s been trying to get him to make a move. She’s run through outfits to see what he likes, purposely found reasons to leave at the same time he is, even mentioned a couple restaurants she’s wanted to try. All without luck. It’s this effort to get Jason to show interest that has her distracted, she’s busy filling in her friend on the next stage of her plan - breaking things “accidentally” and asking him to fix them - and not paying attention to where she’s going. Piper turns at what she thinks is the fourth door, her door, and swings it open, her eyes still on her phone as she texts away.
Piper tosses her keys onto the counter and kicks off her shoes, unknowingly making herself at home in Jason’s apartment. As it turns out Jason has laid out his apartment identically to Piper, meaning she can cross the living room and plop onto the couch without taking her eyes off her screen. The first sign that something is wrong is the fact that she hasn’t sunken into the worn cushions. The second is the pair of electric blue eyes she meets when she looks up.
“Holy shit,” Piper screams, pushing herself backwards.
“Uh, hi.” Jason stares at her, unblinking.
“What are you-” Piper wants to ask why he’s in her apartment but the question dies on her lips as soon as she sees he’s shirtless. And pantsless. “Uhhhh.”
Piper’s mind goes completely blank, in that moment she forgets everything but the sight of her hot neighbor in his boxers cleaning the floor. She wouldn’t have guessed him for a boxer-briefs man, but she’s very glad that he is. Somehow the gray underwear sets off his eyes and Piper could die a very happy woman. If she was going to complain at all about finding him in her place, she sure as hell isn’t now.
“Can- can I help you with something?” he asks, glancing between her and his legs.
“No. I’m good,” she answers in a daze.