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8||the move

August 31, 2020

8:10pm

"No way! We're gonna be neighbors! How cool is that?" I exclaim, trying to hide the hint of excitement in my voice.

"Bro! That's actually insane. Who knew that the apartment complex you move into is mine?!" he says with equal amounts of excitement. I stifle a laugh at his foolishness. "So when are you getting here?" he says.

"I fly September 5. My movers are coming tomorrow to the apartment to set things up. So that way, when I get there, I'll just have to unpack smaller items and my bed, couch, TV and heavy shit will be set up."

"Damn, you got this planned out real good, huh?"

"Better believe it, bitch!"

~time skip to sep 5~

Landing back in Orlando airport after 6 months feels weird. For September in Orlando, it was strangely 71 degrees. 71. In Orlando. Weird, right? Anyways, after claiming my thick-ass suitcases from Baggage claim, I reached the outside of Terminal 2, where my Uber was waiting for me.

The drive wasn't too lengthy, and the woman talking was nice. She was asking me my opinion on wheather or not she should take her kids to SeaWorld or Busch Gardens (I told her about the recent two-park deal they were having, so that way they go to both). After dropping me off, I looked at my surroundings. Dream wasn't lying, there was a nearby park in the distance, great parking spaces, and I even saw a guy coming out of the door with a Dalmatian, taking it on a walk. Cool, they allow pets!

Opening the building up with the card I was given, going up the elevator to the highest floor, I was greeted to a vast hallway with two doors on either side. On the right was my number, 27, and on the right side, 26. Dream's door. My stomach tied into a knot at the feeling that my still-immense-and-intense crush is behind that very door. Or maybe he's just not home. The knot loosened at the thought of that. I wasn't really ready to meet him yet. Not when I had piles of shit to unload and smelled like airport shit myself. Speaking of, let's get the hell inside and take a shower.

After a refreshing shower, no longer smelling like uncleaned tables in an Economy flight, I slip on a pastel t-shirt from The Mandalorian, with light blue shorts. Time to get unpacking. Just as I expected, the TV, couch, fridge, washing and drying machines, beds, shelves, and lights were all set up beautifully. Of course, there would be heavy things to set up like my gaming setup, but moving never came without hard work. I opened the box in my bedroom labeled "Y/N'S SETUP" (my dad had helped me pack so his aggressive handwriting is everywhere) and unboxed it. Thankfully, nothing was broken and everything was still intact. The last thing I wanted was a broken setup.

~another time skip cause no one wants to see y/n unpack this is a dream x reader for christs sake~

Three hours can go by pretty quickly, it turns out. Well, at least when you're having fun. I was listening to a playlist while setting things up, and only stopped since it ended. Maybe I should input more songs into this. I opened up my phone to add recommended songs into the playlist, but I only got so far into adding Magic in the Hamptons before a knock came at my door. Huh, that's weird. I wasn't expecting anyone. Probably a mover that forgot something or my mom sending me something from home. I go to the door, and are shocked to see neither. Instead it's the familiar 6'3 (he grew, believe it or not), dirty blonde, green eyed, freckled boy that I'm in love with.