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#soapghost - part 2
“Do you really think this is necessary, Si?”
“More than necessary.” Simon huffed angrily from where he was sitting on the floor, currently attempting to fit another lock on the door. “You would think this would be easy.” He muttered under his breath.
“Do you really think this is necessary, Si?”
“More than necessary.” Simon huffed angrily from where he was sitting on the floor, currently attempting to fit another lock on the door. “You would think this would be easy.” He muttered under his breath.
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Behind him on the couch sat Price and Gary, the pair judging him rather harshly.
“You’re being dramatic.” Roach signed, getting a laugh out of the little girl sitting on the floor near her dad.
“I’m not even going to ask what he just said.” Simon grumbled,
“You’re being dramatic.” Roach signed, getting a laugh out of the little girl sitting on the floor near her dad.
“I’m not even going to ask what he just said.” Simon grumbled,
doing his best to figure out how to get this lock on the door.
“He’s not going to break in.” Price said, tilting his head at the man who had his back to them.
“It’s not him I’m worried about.” Simon sighed, turning to face the others in the room just in time to see
“He’s not going to break in.” Price said, tilting his head at the man who had his back to them.
“It’s not him I’m worried about.” Simon sighed, turning to face the others in the room just in time to see
his daughter reach for the cake that his new neighbours had so lovingly brought around. “Hey! I said no cake!”
“But daaaaaaaad.” Annabelle whined. “It’s cake!”
“It could be poisoned. We do not eat food from strangers!” Simon huffed, grabbing the cake and dumping it into
“But daaaaaaaad.” Annabelle whined. “It’s cake!”
“It could be poisoned. We do not eat food from strangers!” Simon huffed, grabbing the cake and dumping it into
the bin.
“Oh come on.” Gary signed. “That was a perfectly good cake.”
“No eating food from strangers!” Simon reiterated, shaking his head in annoyance. “If you two are just going to be annoying you can leave.”
“He’s grouchy today.” Annabelle giggled as she climbed
“Oh come on.” Gary signed. “That was a perfectly good cake.”
“No eating food from strangers!” Simon reiterated, shaking his head in annoyance. “If you two are just going to be annoying you can leave.”
“He’s grouchy today.” Annabelle giggled as she climbed
onto the couch between Gary and Price. “Mr Soap seemed really nice.”
“Mr. Soap? Is that his name?” Gary asked, tilting his head at the child.
Annabelle was still learning sign language, so she struggled a little bit conversing with Uncle Gary. But she understood enough.
“Mr. Soap? Is that his name?” Gary asked, tilting his head at the child.
Annabelle was still learning sign language, so she struggled a little bit conversing with Uncle Gary. But she understood enough.
“No, but he smelt like soap! So now that’s his name.”
“Interesting.” Price said with a small chuckle. “And it’s good that he was nice but you need to remember not to answer the door to strangers, Missy.”
“I know.” Annabelle pouted. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay kiddo.”
“Interesting.” Price said with a small chuckle. “And it’s good that he was nice but you need to remember not to answer the door to strangers, Missy.”
“I know.” Annabelle pouted. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay kiddo.”
The older man grinned, ruffling her hair gently. “Just don’t do it again.”
“Kay!”
“Yeah, don’t do it again.” Simon added as he finally joined the group. “We will have absolutely nothing to do with those men.”
Gary just rolled his eyes.
“Whatever you say, Si.”
“Kay!”
“Yeah, don’t do it again.” Simon added as he finally joined the group. “We will have absolutely nothing to do with those men.”
Gary just rolled his eyes.
“Whatever you say, Si.”
It was about eight pm when Price and Gary finally left the apartment, leaving Simon to deal with the absolute mess they left behind.
“You got your shoes on?” Simon called as he prepped the rubbish, stuffing all of the trash from their dinner into the bag.
“I do!”
“You got your shoes on?” Simon called as he prepped the rubbish, stuffing all of the trash from their dinner into the bag.
“I do!”
Annabelle shouted and there was a moment of silence before Simon heard a series of squeaks headed his way.
“Really? Your squeaky shoes?” The father huffed in amusement, a fond smile blooming on his face. “They’re for special occasions.”
“Taking the rubbish out is a special
“Really? Your squeaky shoes?” The father huffed in amusement, a fond smile blooming on his face. “They’re for special occasions.”
“Taking the rubbish out is a special
occasion!” The five year old giggled happily. “You ready to go dad?”
“Yep, let’s go.” Simon chuckled, kicking his scuffs on as he lead the way out of the apartment.
Thankfully everything was quietly as they headed down three flights of stairs. Annabelle made sure to hop down
“Yep, let’s go.” Simon chuckled, kicking his scuffs on as he lead the way out of the apartment.
Thankfully everything was quietly as they headed down three flights of stairs. Annabelle made sure to hop down
every step, singing a song about butterflies to the tune of her squeaky shoes.
Simon followed closely behind her, one hand on the hand rail and one hand on the trash bag.
He smiled as he watched the girl in front of him, his heart blooming with fondness and admiration.
Simon followed closely behind her, one hand on the hand rail and one hand on the trash bag.
He smiled as he watched the girl in front of him, his heart blooming with fondness and admiration.
She was the light of his life and he would not be able to live with himself if anything happened to her. Especially after what happened to her mother.
Which was probably why he was so up in arms about what had happened this morning.
He was just a scared dad at the end of the
Which was probably why he was so up in arms about what had happened this morning.
He was just a scared dad at the end of the
day.
After a lot of hopping and singing they finally reached the parking lot where the big skip bins were.
Annabelle giggled as the sound of her shoes echoed around the empty space, hopping around just to make as much noise as she could.
“Quiet, Bellie. You will wake
After a lot of hopping and singing they finally reached the parking lot where the big skip bins were.
Annabelle giggled as the sound of her shoes echoed around the empty space, hopping around just to make as much noise as she could.
“Quiet, Bellie. You will wake
the rest of the neighbours up.” Simon scolded gently, doing his best to throw the bag of rubbish up and into the skip.
“They can’t be asleep! It’s too early!” Annabelle giggled, grabbing her dads hand. “I think that-“
Before the five year old could finish that thought,
“They can’t be asleep! It’s too early!” Annabelle giggled, grabbing her dads hand. “I think that-“
Before the five year old could finish that thought,
something across the parking lot caught her eye.
“MR. SOAP!”
Simon let out a low grumble as he looked up to see his new neighbour standing just a few paces away from them.
“Oh! hey!”
The father scowled as he watched a large smile form on their neighbours face as he saw
“MR. SOAP!”
Simon let out a low grumble as he looked up to see his new neighbour standing just a few paces away from them.
“Oh! hey!”
The father scowled as he watched a large smile form on their neighbours face as he saw
them, hurrying over to them as if he was invited.
“Hey Mr. Soap!” Annabelle chimed as the other man reached them.
“Soap?” Johnny asked, tilting his head at the little girl.
“You smell like soap.” The five year old giggled, looking up to see the scowl on her dads face. “Don’t
“Hey Mr. Soap!” Annabelle chimed as the other man reached them.
“Soap?” Johnny asked, tilting his head at the little girl.
“You smell like soap.” The five year old giggled, looking up to see the scowl on her dads face. “Don’t
think my dad likes it.”
“Noted. I’ll change my soap tomorrow.” His neighbour chuckled, offering a hand to Simon. “Hey, I just wanted to apologise for this morning, can we start over?”
Simon looked down at the man’s hand and back up at him.
“No.” He said plainly.
“I- um-“
“Noted. I’ll change my soap tomorrow.” His neighbour chuckled, offering a hand to Simon. “Hey, I just wanted to apologise for this morning, can we start over?”
Simon looked down at the man’s hand and back up at him.
“No.” He said plainly.
“I- um-“
Johnny stuttered as he lowered his hand again. He just could not get a read on this guy.
How does someone like Simon make a child as sweet as Annabelle?
“Don’t mind him.” Annabelle giggled, reaching up to shake Johnny’s hand. “He doesn’t like to shake hands with strangers.”
How does someone like Simon make a child as sweet as Annabelle?
“Don’t mind him.” Annabelle giggled, reaching up to shake Johnny’s hand. “He doesn’t like to shake hands with strangers.”
“I see, I see.” Johnny nodded slowly, casting a skeptical glance at the girls father. He was sure he might be jumped by this man any second.
“When he glares like that it means he likes you.” Annabelle whispered with a giggle before Simon reached down and grabbed her hand.
“When he glares like that it means he likes you.” Annabelle whispered with a giggle before Simon reached down and grabbed her hand.
“Goodnight.” Simon said through gritted teeth before he hurried himself and his daughter away, leaving Johnny standing by himself in the empty parking lot.
Well, not exactly.
“Oh wow, you bombed so hard.” Gaz chuckled as he climbed out of their shared car, groceries in hand.
Well, not exactly.
“Oh wow, you bombed so hard.” Gaz chuckled as he climbed out of their shared car, groceries in hand.
“God, what is it about that man?” Johnny said in disbelief, helping his best friend with the groceries.
“Well we did look like creeps this morning.” Gaz grinned, locking the car behind them.
“No I don’t mean it like that.” Johnny hummed thoughtfully.
“Well we did look like creeps this morning.” Gaz grinned, locking the car behind them.
“No I don’t mean it like that.” Johnny hummed thoughtfully.
“Huh? What the hell are you talking about man?” Gaz said as they started their ascent up the stairs.
“I mean, what is it about this guy that I just can’t get out of my head? He’s cold and obviously hates me… but…”
“But you’re extremely gay?” Gaz teased, raising a brow
“I mean, what is it about this guy that I just can’t get out of my head? He’s cold and obviously hates me… but…”
“But you’re extremely gay?” Gaz teased, raising a brow
at his best friend.
Johnny just nodded.
“Yeah. Yeah that’s it.”
Johnny just nodded.
“Yeah. Yeah that’s it.”
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Johnny: he hates me
Also Johnny: I am gonna continue to annoy this man every day cause he’s hot
Johnny: he hates me
Also Johnny: I am gonna continue to annoy this man every day cause he’s hot
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