I'm sorry this took so long, I was considering splitting it in two so you wouldn't have to wait that long but then I decided that it would be better as one whole thing so it's reeeeaaaally long. Well I think it is anywho...
Enjoy anyway!
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Packing and moving house is the most stressful thing I've ever had to do.
I'm constantly concerned that I'm not going to remember everything and that the next owners are going to find my bra under a floorboard or a plate wedged between the oven and the sink.
That is if I decide to sell the house.
I don't actually know what I'm going to do with the house yet. It's way too special to me to just give away at the drop of a pin. I lived here for 14 years on my own. Made hundreds of memories.
It's also where I knew my parents.
That means something to me.
I fold in the top of the box and apply excessive amounts of Sellotape. Don't want my clothes to fall out on the way!
Actually. How am I going to transport all this shit? I'm so terrible at planning.
I drop the box next to the other boxes and bags by the door.
Meh, I'll figure it out later.
I do want to move in with the Malones and I love them like my own family but I also hate them for putting me through this stress.
I collapse onto my bed letting out a long breath and looking around at my room which I had been emptying. My phone buzzes in my pocket making me jump.
Liam: Um I need to tell you something. Can I come over?
Imy: Ofc I'm free now? X
Liam: I'll b there in 5 x
He lives a quarter of an hour away. It must be important.
I stand up and check myself in the mirror. It's Liam, I have to look good, especially as my ever growing crush could be changing into something bigger.
I touch up my mascara and re-apply my concealer before spreading some lip-gloss on. I straighten out my shirt and run my fingers through my hair, removing tangles and stray pieces.
There. I sit back down on my bed and close my eyes, thinking.
What could be so important that made Liam rush? I hope he's alright, something cou-
I'm interrupted by a knock on the door. I check the clock. It's been three minutes since Li texted.
Woah.
I slide down the bannister of my stairs feeling badass and smiling ridiculously.
I reach the door and open it still smiling giddily. "How did you get here so fast?"
"It's nice to see you too!" He replies, lips quirking up a bit.
"Sorry, it's just that I'm surprised is all, a nice surprise but still," I laugh. "So?"
"Well um, I was driving down the road and I saw your house and figured I could talk to you now. I pulled up into your drive," he checks his watch, "twenty minutes ago." I cock my head to the side questioningly. He smiles sheepishly, "I spent the last three minutes psyching myself up enough to knock on the door. Better than I expected though, that's why I said five minutes."
I laugh slightly and step out of the way for him to come in.
"Um, a drink?" I ask, thinking about whether I've packed up my mugs yet.
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Acceptance of Fire
Fantasy--SHORT STORY-- Imy has been overlooked and ignored for her entire life. She NEEDS to be accepted by someone but at the moment it doesn't look very good for her. Will the new boy's persistence help her? Or is it too late and she is doomed? [guys I'm...