i fiddle with the key in the door nervous to show him my house after being in his mansion. he will think so low of me. i give him a wary look but he looked eager. opening the door i walk in, looking around. my place looked normal, small kitchen to the right, in a sectioned off room, and to the left the dining room and at the backof the room was my tiny living room of a rough offwhite couch and thick flatscreen, to the left was a halls where doors to the bathroom, and my room was. my apartent was clean, always.
it was just small, and most of my furniture was things my grandmother had giving me when she moved into a retirement home. so my furniture was old and none of it really matched. i look at tony, ashamed that this was the best i could do for myself. "please dont judge me" i say grabbing a notepad and pencil off the dining room tabel that was just a rustic brown small square table and two wodden chairs. i had no paintings on the walls or nothing.
"all is good valerie, ive lived in worse, a lot worse." he says to me and i look at him in disbelief. "alright ill make a list of things" i explain to him, taking a seat at the table, and he takes th eother chair.
clothes, books, work equipment, jewlery, perfumes and shower things, towels, mugs and glasses, a folder of important paper work, shoes, and well thats all i really wanted.
he looks at the list. "are you sure?" he says raising an eyebrow and i nod my head. "i hate this place and everything in it." i state and he chuckles nodding his head.
after a few hours of gathering bags full of clothes, which becuase of my work was a lot, boxes of books, and boxes full o fextra things he laoded the truck and we were pretty much done. i gave the place a final clean with bleach, cleaning the walls and floors, and made sure it was decent. that was it, nothing in here mattered anymore and it felt amazing. we get in the truck and start driving back to his place. im on the phoe calling the person who rented this apartment to me.
once he answers i quickly explain. "im moving out, house is clean and all personal belongings are gone. furniture is left, in close to fresh condition. theres a couch, tv and tv stand, a bed and dresser, and a small dining set. none of it matters." i explain to him passively and he stutters over the phone. "oh.....alright...well i guess thats it. your off the hook, take care." he says and hangs up the phone. it was unporeffional of me to just tell him no timme in advanced becuase theres paper work with it but ill get it mailed to me.
"how do you feel?" he asks as we drive in the car. i look at him and smile, "im nervous tony, this is a big change, i feel so anxious its a lot going on" i tell him honestly and he places his hand on my tigh and my cheeks flush a little. he kept it laying there softly on my tigh for the rest of the drive and it was comforting.
pulling into the driveway he drives around the tree in the middle of the ring and drove up behind his car infront of the house. "ill properly show you around the house and then we will get your stuff" he explains to me and i nod my head.
he walk into the house, taking our I'm shoes off. "now you know the kitchen, and the large dinning room thats part of the kitchen, the small hallway in the kitchen for the bathroom, at the end of the hall is the door to the backyard. ill show you the basement, and the rooms upstairs." he explains and we start heading into the kitchen, he walks down the slightly smaller hall and shows me th ebathroom which was big and had two sinks, a shower, and toilet. and then as the end of the hall is a another big heavy door that has stained glass window. i look through it and see a very organized and well kept backyard, it had big trees and outdoor couches in a stone platform in the middle of the grass.
The rest I couldn't see very well and we headed out from the hall, "I'll show you the basement, it's not nice, a lot of stuff for my work is there." He informs me as we walk into the grand living room and he walks over to a bookcase and beside it is a little book where a hidden off door is. It's a dark old wood and is in rough condition.
YOU ARE READING
A Couple Of Wise Guys (editing)
Romance"I hope you don't mind if I ask mrs Lorenzo, but....how did a nice girl like you, get in that kind of situation?" She sighs, shaking her head. "It's a long story...." she tries to brush it off but I push. "And...." And his names Tony, Tony Marcell...