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A sunny morning in June, 1968

You were in the kitchen, making breakfast. Something simple, cereal, juice, one of those tiny muffins from the girl next door. Is that really making breakfast? Well, it's cereal, in a box. You were never known for your cooking anyways, so it doesn't really matter.

You finished up my meal fit for the queen and got ready for work. It was a small book shop on one of the main streets, and you was usually on your way there by now.

But then again, your neighbors window was usually closed.

Don't look. If you look she's going to see you and you're gonna get your ass kicked by her brothers. Don't look. Don't look. Don't-

Your eyes peered at the girl, seemingly against your own will.

There she was, in all her glory. Pattie Boyd. She was dusting the mantelpiece in front of the window, wearing a pastel green nightie with flared sleeves and a fuzzy trim. Its shimmery fabric was revealing due to its sheer qualities, but it suited the woman's curves well. It's like she was putting on a full show, just for you.

Too late. She's fucking gorgeous... Oh Christ- look away already! Before she-

Mid-thought, your neighbor turned around. As your brain was going a-mile-a-minute, your body was stunned by what was happening in front of you.

FUCK-

She winked at you, teeth peeking behind her adorable smile, and walked off gleefully to another part of the home, duster in hand.

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You were in a state of shock. So preoccupied with looking like a weirdo-voyeur, her wink barely registered. You felt sick, but not in a disgusted way. More like, a first experience with a high-speed coaster at an amusement park. You felt like there were butterflies in your stomach. No, more like the whole pavilion in there.

You turned away from the window, flustered. You ran back to your room, making sure you had all your stuff on hand before making the trek to work.

Of course, everything you needed was on the table next to your window, but you needed an excuse to clear your head, and to hide from the window in case Pattie came back.

You'd known her for just over a year. When she moved in next door, she came over to your house and dropped off an assortment of the best cookies you'd had in your life. Perhaps all those little gifts, little notes, and little hand touches weren't all so little. That or someone slipped something in your cereal because that couldn't be right, could it?

I mean, the whole neighborhood knew you played for the same team, judging by your social circle, fashion sense, and the fact that you never took up an offer to be matched up with someone's cute cousin or friend from out of town. But, was it possible that the only two homos in town would live right next to each other? Pft. You shook the thought from your mind.

Meekly walking back, you checked off all of your extremely important supplies needed for the busy day of sitting on your ass and selling books:

Notebook - for doodling
Fountain Pen - to draw the doodles
Green Apple - for your snack break

You didn't want to look up, but you felt like you were being watched. Flattening our the crinkle in your jeans with your fingers, you glanced hesitantly at the window. You saw a sign taped up to it from the inside.

In curly black writing, the paper read:

𝒾 𝓈𝒶𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒸𝓊𝓉𝒾𝑒.
𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇. ♥

Crap, now I'm really gonna be late.

(a/n): hey party people !! i missed writing so much and i'm so grateful for the votes and comments i've received when i was m.i.a. hahaha... anyways, i hope you liked this one, i wanted to keep it short, sweet, and a little risqué :P love y'all sm <3<3<3 thank u !!