Deidre's Midnight

28

A few months later, I am looking around my empty apartment, and I smile as I remember the last time it was this empty. Roxy, Jax, and I were all sitting on pillows eating pizza.

That feels like a lifetime ago now. I put my keys down on the kitchen counter and turn to walk out. Once I step outside the apartment building, I take a deep breath.

"You ready?" Dillon asks.

Dillon and I have been talking and meeting up with each other whenever we get the chance to go on dates or just hang out.

It's been nice getting to know each other again. It was crazy to realize how much both of us had changed in the past few years.

Dillon has taken over for Bobo at the motorcycle shop and runs the place now. Bobo still owns it for now, but only on paper, which is supposed to be changing soon as well.

"Yeah, I'm ready." I smile at him. We get into our vehicles, him pulling a trailer full of all of my stuff with his truck, and me driving my car which is also packed. It's crazy how much stuff I had accumulated in six years.

The drive passes quickly and before I know it we are pulling up outside of the motorcycle shop.

He had tried to get me to rent out a room from him at his house but when I kept refusing he offered me the apartment that sits above the shop.

I was still hesitant but with such a short time frame I wasn't able to find anything else available. It really wouldn't be that bad anyway. During the day when the shop is open, I will be at work myself and by the time I get home, it will be just about quitting time for the guys.

Plus living in the city has gotten me used to loud noises outside my window, and noisy neighbors.

I climb out, and Dillon runs inside the shop quickly before emerging with a few of the guys. "Alright, guys just start hauling shit up."

I walk up to Dillon in surprise, "They don't have to help, I can manage to get my stuff up."

"Don't worry about it, they are still getting paid so they don't care, trust me."

"Well, I still feel bad having them moving all my stuff."

"You don't even have that much stuff." He tells me. "Let's go."

We each grab a box from my car and carry them up. Thankfully the guys have been reading the boxes and putting them in the correct rooms which are more than I expected from them. So when my car is just about empty I take off.

I stop by the liquor store and grab a couple of cases of beer before I stop and pick up the pizzas I had called in.

When I get back the trailer is empty as is Dillon's truck.

I grab the pizzas and carry them into the shop. They are all standing around talking when I walk in and set the pizzas down on one of the tables.

"Thank you guys for helping me get my shit upstairs." Dillon walks out with me to help me bring the beer in.

"This is nice of you." He says.

"I figure it's the least I could do. They saved me a couple of hours of carrying shit up those stairs." He grabs two cases and I grab the remaining one.

I spend most of the evening drinking with Dillon and the guys, bullshitting, and getting to know them. Three are younger and one is the same age as Dillon. They were hired after I had left so I didn't know any prior.

Ted is tall and lanky and has messy light brown hair. He isn't a big talker and prefers to just listen to what is going on.

Emmett is about the same height as Dillon. He has a bit more muscle than Ted and has very blonde almost white hair. He is also a big chatterbox and definitely likes being the clown, having me crying in laughter more than a few times.