Creare | Theo Engler x Reader

Unpacking

Author's Note
Totally forgot to say, but this is one year after the events of season 3. So please make sure you're all done and over with that because I won't be having a spoiler warning for every chapter from now on. Also, likes and comments super appreciated, keeps me motivated, thanks!!
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The past couple of nights, this place that you call, "your room" has consisted of a bed with a polished wooden frame, a matching dresser with a mirror, and stacks of boxes in various sizes, some of them even taller than you.

You cursed your mother for stacking them like this, making a mental note to get back at her one of these days.

Just as you were about to start unpacking in your own room, undoubtedly looking forward to reassembling your bookcase and desk, the doorbell rang.

At 11 a.m.
On a Saturday?

If you had it your way, you would still be in bed snoozing away well until the afternoon, but you supposed this town never wasted a second on such things.

"I got it!" you called out to your mom, who was in the kitchen unpacking all the plates, silverware, pots, and pans (no more eating out unfortunately) and to your brother, who you saw a glimpse of as you walked downstairs.

Nathan was unboxing, if you could even call it that. He would pull out a toy, playing with it for a few minutes, and then pull out another toy to play with; the cycle repeating.

You gave him a look as you walked by. He jumped a bit before taking stuff out the box quicker.

As you neared the door you couldn't help but wonder who would be there.

Someone here to preach to me about some god? Ask me to buy cookies? Sign a petition?

You unlocked the front door and peered into the opening you made.

"Hiiiii, y/n,"

It was Theo, wearing a flannel jacket over a shirt with jeans. Seeing as it was him, you opened up the door a bit more, moving to the front of it, curious as to what he was here for.

"Alright so, there's this thing wrong with my phone and you seem like the right person to ask about it,"

He brought out his phone and opened an app up, although you couldn't see what.

"Seriously? I mean. I can try? Lemme see it,"

He handed it to me.

The phone was on the Contacts app, with a half filled out form.

My name was on the top surrounded by the 🎨 (art pallet) emoji.

"So, basically. I don't have-" he began to chuckle to himself a bit, "I don't have your number. So if you would, be so kind as to..."

"Ahh, yes yes, this is a very serious problem. In fact, I'm the only one that can solve this one. At, 11 a.m. mind you, on a Saturday," you spoke as you typed in your number.

"Yeah, well, my thinking was if I wake up earlier, I get to see you quicker, so..." He dragged off the last bit as he gave a shrugging gesture.

"Terrible, I'm not that worth it, you don't even know me yet,"

"Just guess I'm trying to change that."

You hummed curiously. You wanted to know why, but you left it at that.

He peered into the house, you're guessing he saw all the boxes since he continued on,

"Need help? I'm like, an expert in... unboxing stuff,"