Rose was in a deep sleep when she was awoken by the sound of a chisel coming from her classmate next door.

She sat up and glanced at the clock. "Seriously?" She groaned getting out of bed.

Rose grabbed her robe and stepped out barefoot into the hall and in front of David Smith's door and started knocking.

The door opened and David stood in the doorway.

His slightly spiked brown hair was messy and he was in his pajamas and slippers; he squinted at her through his goggles.

Rose knew he had terrible vision but sometimes he forget to put back on his glasses after working on a sculpture or a painting.

"Forgetting something?" She said pointing at his eyes.

"Oh, right, hold on." David removed his goggles and placed his glasses on then smiled at her.

"Rose Tyler to what do I owe the honor of your smile?" He said in his cheerful Scottish voice.

Rose rubbed her eyes and sighed. "Are you building something again?"

He shook his head. "No, no I'm sculpting not building there is a difference but they could be the same I suppose."

She pressed her lips. "Yeah, um, could you just stop doing whatever it is you're making?"

"I can't I promised a buyer that I have this finished by this morning." David replied.

"Could you at least wait until after I get up?"

"Why?" He asked.

"Because I'm trying to sleep." She replied.

"But you only have an hour." David said.

"Exactly and I would like to enjoy that hour." She huffed.

David frowned. "Can't I just tap the sculpture?"

"No." She replied firmly.

"Please?" He whined.

"David, I'm too tired for this." She scowled.

David sighed. "Okay, I'll stop and wait until you're up."

"Thank you." She smiled and went back to her apartment.

David stuck his tongue out at her before closing his door.

The next morning Rose's alarm went off and the banging started again.

She laid there and glanced up at the ceiling. "At least he kept his promise." She reminded herself.

Rose slowly got up and started to get ready for school.

Rose Tyler and David Smith were college classmates and neighbors but that was all they had in common.

Rose was a serious and dedicated student with dreams of becoming a journalist.

David was a skilled artist with a brilliant mind but he preferred picking up a paintbrush rather than a text book. His friendly, quirky personality and kind heart made him popular on campus but to Rose he was immature and goofy.

After pulling on a pair of jeans and an oversize pink shirt she took one last glance in the mirror and grabbed her keys and backpack.

When she opened her door a paper flower was lying at her feet; it was David's favorite way of communicating with her.

"Some people text he sends paper flowers." Rose muttered. Still she had to admit it was a cute gesture.

She picked it up and read it, the word "Better?" was written on it. Rose smirked and stopped by David's door.

"Thank you!" She yelled outside his door.

"You're welcome!" David called back.

Rose grinned and left the apartment; outside the sun felt warm and the cool breeze was nice.

She heard her friend Amy's voice behind her.

Rose turned and smiled. "Hey!"

"Hi, you look terrible." Amy blurted out.

Rose rolled her eyes. "Nice to see you too."

"Sorry it's just you look tired."

"I'm sorry. David was doing his artwork again and I had to get up to tell him to stop." She grumbled as they walked to the campus.

"Did you get a peek at it?" Amy asked.

"No." Rose replied.

Amy shrugged. "Too bad I hear he's really good."

Rose scoffed. "You would think that."

"Why?"

She smirked and nudged her shoulder. "Because you think he's cute."

"So do you." Amy grinned.

"I do not!" Rose gawked.

"I've caught you staring at him."

"It was an accident." Rose insisted.

"Yeah, sure but I also think you're being unfair to him." Amy said.

"I am not. He's the one doing artwork in the middle of the night; you try living with it." She grumbled.

Before Amy could respond they heard David on his scooter behind them. "Hey Rosie!" He called.

Rose groaned. "I hate it when he calls me that."

"I think it's cute." Amy muttered.

David stopped his scooter and smiled. "Hello!"

Rose's eyes wandered to the bike horn on top of his helmet.

"Why is your horn on your helmet?" She asked.

He shrugged. "Frees the handle bars."

Amy nodded. "Good reason."

Rose shook her head. "So what's up?"

"I wanted to thank you." David replied.

She looked at him surprised. "For what?"

"Well, you told me to wait to finish the sculpture and I got the sleep I needed so I was able to make the piece better." David replied.

She smiled. "I'm glad but you don't have to thank me."

"I want to." He said reaching into his pocket. "Here." David said shoving some odd colored paper in her hand.

Rose looked at it strangely. "Um, what is it?"

"Money." He replied.

"What for?" She asked.

"I feel that you helped me and I think it's only fair that I split the money with you." David replied.

"Thank you but this is Japanese currency."

"I know but that's what he always pays me in mainly because he's from Japan but I always go to the bank to exchange it." David said.

Rose sighed. "Thanks."

"Considering I don't have a bank to go to." She grumbled to herself.

He grinned. "You're welcome." He looked at his watch. "I've got to go, bye!" David said riding away.

Rose looked down at her hand and saw the crumbled wad of money was made into a paper flower with the words "I'm sorry." written on it.

She shook her head and smiled despite his flaws David was the only person she knew that could frustrate her one minute and make her smile the next.