Forelsket [{V.H}]

11

April 3rd

12:02 pm

June

I pull up to my apartment with Vee on the phone, waiting for me to get inside to open my present. I had to drive all the way to the airport but it was well worth it hear how excited he was for me to open my present.

"You inside your place yet?" He asks as I turn off my car.

"Still in my car. I'm home though." I grab my phone off my lap and lock it. I slip it into my back pocket as he speaks again.

"You're twenty minutes away from LAX?"

"You timed it?" I ask with amusement while I grab the giant package out of my passenger seat.

They couldn't fit my package in my P.O. Box so they had it behind the counter waiting for me at the post office. Kind of funny... but also scary considering he must've gotten me something big.

"No i just looked at how long we've been on a call." He responds while I back out of my car, stumbling a bit with the weight of what's in my hands.

"Yes I live twenty minutes from the airport." I answer his question as I hip bump my car door to close it.

The light breeze blows my curly hair into my mouth so I have to wipe it out with my shoulder.

I hate hair getting into my mouth. If you wanna see me Ick, eat some hair.

"So you live somewhere around my area. I also live about 20 minutes from Lax." I hear him speak as I struggle with carrying the big brown box up to my apartment.

I set it down with a grunt, "You might live on the opposite side of Lax than me."

"I'd drive forty minutes to you babe."

I roll my eyes, smiling as I stick my key into the door. I push it open and pick the box up off the floor. I carry it inside, kicking my front door shut, making it slam so Vee asks.

"You good?"

"Yea my front door slammed shut." I carry the box over to my couch and plop it down. "I need skisssors."

"Skisssors?" He repeats while I take my phone from my pocket.

"Yes Theyre totally different than scissors." I glance around the room and walk over to my kitchen.

"What's the difference?"

I open my junk drawer up and pull out the pink scissors I've had since middle school, nostalgia filling my heart.

"Skisssors are scissors that you've had forever. Like a life token or something I don't know- don't judge me." I walk back over to the package and take the scissors in my hands. "I'm opening it now."

"I wish I could see your reaction."

I frown at that, freezing in my place with the scissors above the tape that's keeping the box sealed shut.

Should I?

I look down at my phone in my hand, and bite my bottom lip.

He deserves to see my face since he bought me this. It'd make him happy to see my reaction so press FaceTime.

He gasps into the phone, "YOURE SERIOUS?!"

I laugh nervously, "Answer before I change my mind."

"Okay okay- uh... Can I hide my face?"

"That's fine." I respond as I sit down on the couch next to the box. I lean over the box and put my phone onto my end table beside the couch, but prop it up on my lamp so he can see me over the box.