Aichmophobia (MLB)

Chapter one

Welcome peeps! This is the first chapter, (if the title is anything to go by :3) so I hope you enjoy!
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The house was full of the sound of boxes being opened, Mico's parents hollering across the house, asking for different things as the family unpacked their belongings into their new home.

"Honey! You know where the utensils box went!? I can't find it!"

"Check the living room!"

This had been going on for about an hour, and they were almost finished unpacking the house items before they split to unpack their rooms.

"Found it Mom! Hold on I'll bring it to you!" Mico yelled, picking up a medium sized box with the word 'utensils' scrawled across the top and heading to the kitchen through the maze of discarded boxes.

Mico was, for the most part, locating and moving boxes. Unless he finds one he closed, then he opens it and puts the items inside where they belong, since he can't use the scissors or a knife to open the ones with tape.

"Here you go!" He says happily once he reaches his Mom, handing the box over to her with a grin. "Can I go unpack my studio now? I'd like to finish that before it gets to dark."

"Sure." His Mom responds, ruffling his hair with one hand and balancing the box on the other. "You've helped out quite a bit out here and might as well."

"Thanks!" Mico exclaims, before running off through the boxes to the room he claimed as his studio.

The room is medium sized with a big floor to ceiling window along one wall, granting the perfect lighting for painting most of the day, it's also on the second floor of the house, so it's a great view as well. stacked along the wall to the left of the door are five large boxes and two medium boxes containing his paints, paint brushes, etc. Along with at least twenty unused canvases, his finished pieces are hung up around the house, although sometimes he sells them online but not often since he gets rather attached to his pieces. On the other wall is his paint shelf with a hook on the side, brush holder, canvas rack, easel, and his drop cloth is folded up in the corner.

Alright, lets get started.

Walking over to his unused canvases, he starts transferring them to the rack, placing them neatly from biggest to smallest. Then he opens the two medium boxes of brushes, arranging them from type to size in the brush holder, and placing the paint palette he stashed at the bottom of the box on the hook on the paint shelf. Moving on to the paints, he brings all five large boxes to the paint shelf and starts organizing them by color and shade, a process that takes a very long time. Once he finally finishes organizing the paint he unfolds his drop cloth and spreads it across the floor, trying to take up as much of the middle of the room as possible before bringing his easel to stand in the middle of the room, front facing the window.

Looking around and admiring his work, Mico then starts collapsing all the empty boxes before taking them to the stack in the living room. Glancing out the window above the couch, he yelps at how low the sun has gotten, and darts of to his room, passing his Dad as he goes, giving him a quick 'hello' as he runs past. I need to get my room unpacked before dark!

Reaching his room, which is on the second floor, he quickly starts opening the boxes with the word 'clothing' on them, putting the shirts, pants, jackets, etc. away swiftly before moving on to shoes, giving them the same treatment.

He finishes unpacking his room in record time and looks out the window/door to his balcony, to see the sun is now hidden behind the buildings outside. Just in time.

"Hey kiddo!" His Dad says, opening the door and looking at Mico. "You finished yet? Your Mom and I are waiting for you to eat diner."

"Hi Dad." Mico responds. "Perfect timing! I just finished."

"Great! Lets go then."

With that they head back down the stairs to the dining room, where His Mom is in the process of wrestling 'ahem' opening a package of paper bowls, and she looks up at them as they enter.

"We're just about finished unpacking down here, but we haven't found the plates or bowls yet, so we're stuck with this for now." She explains, finally managing to rip open the plastic wrapping on the bowls. "Don't worry though, me and your Father will finish tomorrow while your at school"

Ah yes, they had managed to move before the start of the school year, barely, so tomorrow would be his first day at his new school, yay. What if this school is just like the last one? What if I make a fool of myself and they all hate me? What if nobody wants to let a new kid into their friend group? What if- NO, I can't be thinking like that. This one will definitely be different.

"Now get over here and eat before your chili gets cold."

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Hello peeps! Here's the first chapter as promised, I know it's rather short but still.