Cinnamon and B.O.

by Moth_Sockz

Summary:

Sandy Wong, average nerdy teen girl with obsessive tendencies, ended up moving across the country just to end up being obsessed with a guy just as nerdy as she is

Chapter 1: Oh, My Dearest

  3 days.

 It had been 3 whole days since me and my family had moved away from Florence. I had always complained about living in such a lame town with a weird old lady name, but looking back… I kind of miss it.
Yknow, now that I’m about… 3,000 miles away in Staten Island. On the other side of the continent. Not a huge deal at all.

 Weirdly enough, I haven’t actually seen where we’re moving all too much besides through the car window, but it looks okay. I’m pretty sure I even spotted a comic book store! I don’t think Florence ever had one of those.

 As I entered the house and subsequently entered my room, I was pleasantly surprised. At the price we got this house, I would’ve thought there’d be more mold on the walls. I set my bags down and sat down, the cool hardwood floors freezing my legs in spite of my shorts.

 Maybe I should go out and roam a bit, I thought as I sat in my empty room. I shook the thought away quickly. I was obviously just trying to avoid having to unpack. Plus, I couldn’t go out like this! I haven’t combed my hair, I definitely haven’t showered, I’m wearing a Weezer shirt, for god’s sakes! I look like absolute shit.
I can’t let the first impression of me be ‘greasy nerd girl.’ At least, not this time. No, I’m gonna put on my sweatervest and polo, I’m gonna clean my glasses, I’m gonna—

 Ding Dong.

 I jumped slightly at the sound. I never had a doorbell before, so I was very much not used to it. Why not just knock like a normal person? But then it rang again.

 Ding Dong.

 I rushed downstairs, narrowly avoiding the dozens of moving boxes and the occasional open suitcase. I kind of had to open the door, my parents—well, my mom said I had to. Yknow, to get handouts from the neighbors. My mom loves free stuff. But doesn’t everybody?
I made my way to the door, but just as soon as I opened it, I remembered how shitty I looked.
Damnit. Guess I am fated to be greasy nerd girl after all. And what made it worse, was that I was expecting a nice middle aged woman with an overcooked fruitcake she needs to get rid of.

 Instead, I am painfully graced with the presence of the cutest guy I have ever seen. Because of course I would.
Curly brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, thick square glasses, deep brown eyes, heavyset build that towered over me, everything about him was just magnificent.
I had to practically tear my gaze away from his face to look down at what he was holding. A tray of cookies. They were clearly store-bought and warmed slightly in the oven to make it seem homemade. They were Snickerdoodle. I hate Snickerdoodle.

 “Uh… hi. I’m- uh… your neighbor, from next door. Josh Levy.” He said awkwardly, shifting on his heels. He obviously didn’t wanna be there, and before I saw him, I didn’t want to either. Now, of course, I just stared up at him, my mouth slightly agape.
“My mom—uh, I mean, we thought we’d uhm, welcome you to the neighborhood.” He continued, his distaste for being there not letting up.

 After a moment or two of the two of us not saying anything, he extended the tray in a hesitant, jagged motion. “So, uh… we made these for you. Welcome.” He finished.
Now at this point, I hadn’t said so much as a word to him, opting rather to get lost in his beautiful eyes. However, after a minute, I realized it was my turn to awkwardly end the social interaction.

 “Oh.” I blurted out without much thought. It wasn’t until after I spoke that I realized it would take a bit more than that. “Uh…Thank you.” I said, my voice shakier than intended. I could feel my ears start to redden, thankfully they were hidden behind my bob.

 I reached my hands out to grab the tray out of his hands, but in my haste to accept the gift and get out of there my shaking hands brushed over his. My heart skipped a beat and I could feel my face heat up.

 Holy. Shit. Kill me now.

 Without thinking, I tightened my grip on the tray and yanked it out of his hands.
“Uh—Thank you! Goodbye!” I said firmly and a bit too loud, before I slammed the door in his face.
I leaned back against the door, slowly sliding down until my body met the floor. It took me a moment to even mentally process what I’d just done. I’d seen the most incredible guy, standing at my doorstep with goddamn cookies, and I’d… slammed the door in his face.
I am so fucking stupid, I thought as I looked down at the cookies. I took one of the cookies off the tray and took a bite.

 That’s weird.
Usually snickerdoodle cookies tasted terrible. I always hated them, and I mean despised them. But when he’d given them to me, I don’t know how but it just tasted…
Better.

Chapter 2: Lay off the snickeroodle, okay?

Summary:

Sandy hyperfixates on Josh, Corbread is mentioned, she starts stalking him.

After that interaction—No, incident—No, total disaster, I paced around the house, anxiously shoving cookies down my throat. It was calming, somehow. Maybe it was just because it reminded me of him. But I really shouldn’t be; Sugar makes you break out. I’m already weird and skinny, I can’t have acne too.
He probably hates me now, I thought. Any chance I’d had with him was now totally eradicated.
I had spent the last hour thinking about the few moments we spent together. Every wrinkle and zit on his face, every stray hair that escaped from his tight ponytail, every little lint ball that stuck to his Dune shirt—
Wait. Dune Shirt.
He knows Dune.

I started to go back through my photographic memory, taking every detail in with this new context. The way he acted, the way he looked, how he spoke. After only a minute, my review came to a definite conclusion. He was a nerd too!

Now this was exciting. We actually have things in common now! Maybe he likes Star Trek too. That means maybe, just maybe, I have a better chance than I thought. This is so great. Granted, I was still a total bitch to him back there, but I could make up for it. I could give him some of the cornbread my mom always makes as an apology, and then we could start talking and then he’d realize I like the same things he does, and we'll become freinds, and then—
Woah. Back up, Sandy. Don’t get ahead of yourself. You still need to apologize to him, you can’t get lost in your thoughts… again.

Right. Apology, cornbread, nerd out, fall in love forever. Good plan.

A day or two later and I’m totally ready to talk to him again after extensive courage build-up. And practice. And more of those cookies. I sort of blacked out and accidentally ate the whole tray. Though, my plan was finally coming together. My mom made the cornbread, I stole the cornbread, and now I'm standing on what I assume to be his doorstep, bread in a little wicker basket. I'd attached a little tag to it, reading 'sorry Josh' just to make sure I got the message. I mean, that was why I was here, right? Not because I was just looking for an excuse to talk to him again. No, definitely not.

As I began to reach my hand out to knock, I hesitated. I saw him through the window beside the door, but he hadn't seen me. Suddenly, I was painfully aware of what I looked like. Granted, I looked better than I had before with a put together button-up sweatervest combo, but the problem came when I saw my own reflection in the glass.

Fuck. I had an acne breakout.

I swear to god, I knew it wasn't a good idea to eat all those cookies. I fucking hate snickerdoodle. Well, I definitely can't apologize to him like this. I had to go, and I had to go quick. Though, something about him was hypnotizing. Paralyzing, even. And before I knew it, my hand moved on its own and knocked on the door. The sudden noise brought me back to reality, and I dropped the basket on his doorstep and booked it back to my house before anyone could answer the door. I don't think I'd ever run that fast in my life.

I bolted across the street, opting to just pray that I wouldn't get hit by a car cause there was no way that I was gonna waste precious seconds on something as trivial as my life. I had my reputation to worry about! Something that didn't exist yet, but still! fumbled with the doorknob of my front door like I were being chased by a serial killer. In the moment, it was like time had slowed down. I managed to yank my door open and swifltly got inside, slamming it behind me just as I could hear his front door begin to creak open from across the street.

I let out a breath that I hadn't realized I was holding as I gently pulled aside the curtains of my windows that faced his house. I could see who I assumed to be his mom or something bring the basket inside, and I was content knowing at least he probably got my message.

I should keep an eye on him.

Maybe from farther away this time...

Notes:

Hi! Hope you're enjoying so far, I intend now to update more frequently, cause I finally got my computer fixed so I can type faster now. Whatev, I know you probly don't care that much lol. I know there isn't a lot of Josh in this but you've read this far so you know that. Critisism would be greatly appreciated!! Might do a Josh pov for next chapter :P

Notes:

Heyy I’m probably not gonna update this for a while, since this is purely a passion project.

Plus, nobody’s gonna end up reading this anyways lol