Apartment 22

Chaper 4

Chapter 4

Danielle's pov

I'm not sure why, but I had trouble processing dinner with Kristen the night before. It was just a simple dinner with good conversation. So why did I go to bed smiling like an idiot? I woke up with that same feeling and I struggled to make sense of it. Kristen is a woman and I am a woman- a straight woman for that matter. I mean I'm 24 years old, I would've known if I were into other females, right? Urgh, conflicting thoughts. I'm a very open-minded and free-spirited person so by no means do I have a problem with gay people.

I felt attracted to Kristen though, i am sure of it. Maybe i just admired her beauty and her brains. She was an extremely successful woman who knew what she wanted in life. But she surely knew that too.

While at work I thought about Kristen's apartment and how homey it felt. I love everything about it and I could decorate it with my plants and paintings, I could even sit on the little balcony and look at the stars at night. How would it be like living across from the beautiful blonde woman with the most dazzling green eyes I'd ever seen? This while feeling so unsure and confused about myself around her.

I thought about the day I first saw her. In that cute little café that smelt of coffee beans and plants. She was standing at the counter waiting for her order when my eyes caught her. I remembered thinking she looked so professional and independent, and then she looked up...and man oh man did I stare. Her shiny hair glowed in the sunlight and her green eyes sparkled. And all i could think was, damn this is an intriguing woman. A woman who got exactly what she wanted when she wanted it. I could also tell that she was probably very successful when it came to dating, I'm sure people would line up just to get to talk to her for five seconds.

Kristen is clearly a straight woman too. Well, she looked pretty straight to me. There have been incidents where it seemed as if she was checking me out, for example the day at the coffee shop when she didn't notice i glanced at her and the night before when she opened the door. Maybe I'm just overthinking and it'll pass soon. I hoped it would.

All i knew was that this was only the beginning.
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A week had passed and I decided to get the apartment after all. Also I was being kicked out of my old apartment and had no other good options to go on.

I took the day off to start to pack and move my things to the new apartment. Most of the morning and early afternoon I put all my things in boxes, so the next step was to move them out. What a fun day this was. I did feel excited to start a new chapter of my life, on my own and away from James and his girlfriend. It was time for new memories and things. Out with the old and in with the new.

My mate Ava came to help me. She's a good friend I've had since I moved to the US when I was younger. We met at art school and she noticed I was completely unfamiliar with all the norms and dynamics in America so she showed me around. Soon enough we became close friends and here we are, still going strong.

Ava: "I'm so glad you're moving out girl, that whole situation was toxic" she said laughing.

Danielle: "you're telling me!" I replied laughing as well. "but now it's going to take so much effort to move in" I said discouraged.

Ava: "that's why you have me duh, I'm here too help" she said hugging me and jumping around at the same time. I love her so much, I don't know what I'd do without her.

We got a lot done for the day and I felt pleased with our progress. It was 7PM already and Ava left. All I wanted to do now was take a shower and sleep.

I opened the water and got into the shower right away all sweaty and hot after the long day of carrying shit up the stairs. The water that came out was dirty and muddy and i nearly climbed out of my skin. Buggar! I got out of the shower to get a towel as i stood there soaked in dirty water... what do i do now.