Max was sick of you. You had been in the building for less than a year, yet he knew more about you than he did any of the other old ladies, middle aged men or anyone else on his floor.

Now, most would wonder why. Why Max hated you after such a minimal amount of time. The answer was simple. Your sex life. It was as much of your sex life as it was for the rest of the floor, Max thought. Being your neighbor and being home most of the time, he could hear every single thing, and he guessed everyone else could too. Every creak of the bed, every time the headboard slapped against the paper thin walls and every noise that was made by anyone in the room next door.

He was used to quiet next door. Why did the last guy have to move? He hardly even knew the other guy lived there! He didn't even know his name. He never even heard him have someone over once.

Half wanting to go over to your door and yell at you to knock it off, he fought back to restrain himself. What sight would he be met with if he went over? Not a pretty one. Maybe he was jealous, but come on!! What kind of guy has the balls to have that loud of sex right next door-

An even louder thump of your headboard against his wall.

Max gritted his teeth. His hand balled into a fist, he banged on the wall adjoining their apartments. Would it even help? Probably not. Fuck... He hated your guts so much.