Knock, Knock Ch.2: All the Reasons Not to Kill You
https://charmingturkeysandwich.tumblr.com/post/141444744576/knock-knock-ch-3-f-is-for-friendshiphttps://charmingturkeysandwich.tumblr.com/post/141444744576/knock-knock-ch-3-f-is-for-friendshipA/N: Sorry for the delay! Enjoy some more CS neighbor-friendship goodness.
Let’s get one thing clear: he was still loud as fuck. And
annoying. And so… British. He and his mates
would watch football and have a
rousing, jolly good time while Emma was just trying to sort through records to
figure out if this bail-skipping douchebag might be living in his old
But it was OK. They had a signal for that, she and Killian. One loud knock followed by three in rapid succession meant if you don’t fucking quiet down I might murder you and make it look like an accident. So she knocked and he called back, “sorry, love!” and suddenly the chuckles weren’t so loud and Emma didn’t feel like she was on the damn soccer field and she finished up her research and went straight to bed.
But that’s not what all the nights were like. No, more often than not Killian Jones, annoying British male-model looking neighbor, would insert himself into her evening, even through a wall.
She’d be sitting at her computer, browsing Facebook and Twitter and Pinterest and all other manners of social time-sucks when she’d hear a bellow from the middle of the neighbor’s study.
“Swan! Are you over there?”
“Yes, Killian, I know damn well you heard me flush my toilet five minutes ago.”
“Well, obviously, but I was trying to be polite,” he’d shouted with as little politeness as he could muster (all in jest, of course, all in jest, he’d say).
“What do you want? I’m busy.”
“Captain America or Captain Hook, love?”
Her mind drummed up images of Chris Evans, all muscle and hair and piercing blue eyes, standing next to a cartoon with a perm and a bad mustache. That’s hardly a contest.
“Um, might I ask why exactly?” she’d shouted back.