Random Venting Stuff

Reading Sleep! Part 1

Catastrophe here-
I'm going to read the first fan fiction I wrote and then rewrite each paragraph as I would have written it now. I'll make it a series and go chapter by chapter, posting one of these kind of vents once a week or so. There will be an X after each paragraph I feel should be left out. So, without further adue, let's jump into this steaming pile of shit. By the way, the original story will be in bold.
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I lay awake in bed, unsure of how to deal with this. I just moved into this new apartment with my mother a few days ago, and I'm already being woken up by a guitarist next door. Do I get up and tell them to shut up, or do I sit and listen?
An insomniac, I lie awake in the dark formulating a strategy to deal with my sudden predicament. Falling asleep in a new home is always difficult, but now, thanks to the dreadfully paper thin walls of this building, the neighbor is keeping me up with their midnight guitar solo. I contemplate making my way down the hall to confront them, weighing the small amount of pros to the humiliating cons.
Carefully, I stumble across my bedroom floor and after some struggle, out the front door of our apartment. The door of their apartment is unlocked so I let myself in. Who cares what this person thinks? They're the one keeping me awake.
Being the daring teenage girl that I am, I ignore that fact that the upsides are monstrously outweighed. I pull baggy sweatpants over my old basketball shorts before fumbling in the dark for my cell phone, to serve as a flashlight. The last thing I want to do is wake my mother, who works so hard everyday. Lazily, I slip on my moms flip-flops before pushing our heavy apartment door open.

The early summer heat presses down on me as I search for the mystery guitarist. I suddenly tip toe by a door and hear the simple melody more loudly and intensely than before. I knock on the door, and a boy answers.
The heat of early June leeches away my energy as I make my way toward the first apartment to the right of mine. I knock on the neighbors door, twenty feet or so down the hall from mine, seeing that light is streaming out from inside. After a little less than a minute, a tall, blonde guy answers the door.

He looks about my age, sixteen, and is wearing a white t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. He stares at me in shock, while I glare furiously at him. He has silvery white hair, and violet eyes. He would be attractive, if he weren't keeping me up at two in the morning..
He's young, twenty five at most. The mans hair is a wild calamity of gold, some of it shagging into his light blue eyes. He has the lightest touch of stubble on his jaw. His attire consists of a red v-neck and plaid trousers. Behind him, in the living room, sits a smaller blonde. He is engrossed in the recap of yesterday's football game.

"Who are you?! Why are you here?!" He whispers, panic in his dark eyes.
"Um... What's up at this time of night?" The stranger asks awkwardly.

"Why. Are. You. Keeping. Me. Up?" I ask angrily. He looks confused, so I explain everything.
"Oh, well I live next door and was being kept up because someone was making a lot of noise," I explain as concisely as I'm able to.

"Oh... So you're the neighbor. Sorry 'bout that..." He trails off. Silence. The awkward kind. "So... You got a name?" He asks awkwardly.
"Sorry about that, my partners brother has a habit of playing music at night," he chuckles apologetically. "I'll tell 'im to shut up. By the way, what's your name? I haven't seen you around. I'm Matthias, I go by Matt, though."

"Of course, dummass. Oslo. Yours is?" I prompt him.
"I'm Piper," I yawn, "it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Iceland," he yawns. "But, you should probably go, because I live with my four older brothers, and they might get the wrong idea," he whispers.
"You too," he smiles. "Good night."
"Did I hear you say, 'big brother?'" Someone says hopefully. Dammit. I hear a gasp, followed by, "Norway, Finland, Sweden! Icey has a girl over!" He calls excitedly.
I wave 'goodbye' as he closes the door and vanishes. Tired, I scratch my scalp as I make my way back to my own home. I shove my key into the lock and let myself in. I glance at the oven clock; it's been five minutes since I left. Exhausted, I waste no time in getting to bed. Hell, I don't even bother to remove my stifling sweatpants.
"What?" A tired voice slurs. This is followed by a chorus of "what's."
X
After five minutes of this, probably the most serious one out of the four calls everyone, including myself to their little table. He stares, expressionless, at me.
X
"Norway," he finally says, "that's my name."
X
"Oslo," I reply.
X
They all stare at me, except Iceland, he hid away in his room. Nobody says a word. Instead, all of their blue eyes bore into me, as if waiting for something.
X
"It's not what you think," I grumble.
X
"Then what is it?" Norway asks, the most unnoticeable smile on his face. I sigh. May I punch this guy in the face right now?
X
"Iceland was playing guitar in his room, and I live next door, so it was keeping me up. I came over, and noticed the door was unlocked so I let myself in. Then I found his room and told him to shut up, then he said older brother and he popped out," I sigh as I gesture to a guy with a lions mane for hair.
Pc
"Damn. I thought Icey had gotten laid," he chuckles. Ew, pervert. At this point I find myself willing for my shorts to be longer.
X
"Denmark!" The cutest of the four gasps in a high pitched voice.
X
"What?" Denmark asks defensively.
X
"Stop," the tallest, scariest looking one grunts. He then pulls the littler one closer and mumbles something like my wife.
X
"Please excuse them," Norway begins, again emotionless. "Iceland is our youngest brother, and so if he did get," he raises his hands into quotation marks, "laid, we would all be a little shocked. That is all."
X
I look at him, in complete disgust. All this trouble for a good nights sleep. And only one of these guys properly introduced himself.
X
"Hold. The. Phone. Can you please tell me who you are? Like, maybe names to start with?" I sass, rudely. They all turn in surprise, as if the idea of introducing themselves only occurred to Norway, who now sits, staring.
X
"Jeg beklager,(1)" Norway apologizes quietly.
X
"Du bedre være. Alt dette problemer for litt søvn,(2)" I retort. Norway sighs and turns to the others.
X
"You heard the young lady, introduce yourselves," Norway commands.
X
Denmark turns and smiles. "I'm Denmark, the king of Scandinavia!"
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"King? Hardly," I retort. He whimpers.
X
The littlest one speaks up. "I'm Finland! This is xSweden! If you ever need anything, just ask!" He smiles.
X
"Adorable," I mutter, sitting back in the chair.
X
"M' w'fe," Sweden mumbles.
X
I feel bad for Iceland now. They're going to be giving him hell now, because of me. Especially Denmark, he seems really... Different. But I might be wrong. Standing up from my chair, I begin making my way to the door.
X
"Thanks for the introduction," I call sarcastically, "just let me sleep, and we can be friends."
X

THIS WILL BE A SERIES! IF YOU NOTICE THAT I DONT POST ONE FOR A COUPLE OF WEEKS, PLEASE REMIND ME BECAUSE I WANT TO GO THROUGH WITH THIS!