Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss

The Three In Harmonee >:3

"We did it," Phil smiled, pulling Kristin into a side hug. They both sighed in unison, taking in the sight of their unfurnished house. The keys hung from Phil's finger, a small thing that changed their lives.

Finally, they saved up and bought a house together. It was a cute, cottage-esque building. They agreed to move to the countryside and get away from the busy city life. They now owned over a hundred acres of land, with the nearest town being a forty-minute drive away.

The moment they stepped inside to tour the building, something just clicked.

They both knew.

Their real-estate agent warned them against buying the property. He rambled on about a tragic past, weird sightings in the house, and other nonsense. Allegedly, some people claimed it was haunted by ghosts.

Neither Phil nor Kristin believed in ghosts.

They laughed at their real-estate agent, brushing the childish tales aside.

After a few months of paperwork (and lots of "are you sure you want this one? from their agent), they were home.

Well, it wasn't 'home' yet. Phil, being the sap, said something about home being wherever he was with Kristin. She snorted and continued looking at the IKEA furniture, making fun of him the rest of the time.

Whatever! How they got there didn't matter.

What mattered was they had an empty house and the keys.

The moving truck should've been there in a few days. Until it got there, the couple packed the essentials in their trunk. They had some clothes, toiletries, blankets, etc.

With the things they had, they could easily live in the house. The truck had non-essentials like furniture, extra clothes, kitchen utensils, and boring adult stuff.

"We did it," Kristin confirmed with a giggle. "How about a celebratory drink?"

Phil scoffed, no ill intent behind it. "Sure. Why not?"

Kristin pushed out of the side hug, heading towards the empty kitchen. The previous owner left most of the large appliances behind (fridge, washer, dryer type things). Thank god, because new ones were fucking expensive.

Kristin pulled open the freezer, proudly displaying two bottles of liquor. He should've expected she would've pulled them out of the car already.

Phil chuckled lightly, taking the second bottle when it was offered.

"We have to get everything else out of the car," Phil reminded, leaning against one of the counters. Kristin rolled her eyes, twisting the cap off.

"We will in a moment! Right now, however, we are celebrating."

Kristin held her drink up, waiting for Phil to clink his against hers. He couldn't resist smiling as he did.

"To us," Kristin declared, taking the first drink of many in their new house.

"To us," Phil parroted, taking a much slower sip. He grimaced and made a face as it went down his throat. He wasn't as much of a drinker. With a cough and laugh from his wife, Phil tightened the cap. "You can keep celebrating." Phil opened the freezer and put the bottle back. "I'm going to start unloading."

Kristin groaned playfully. "We just got here! Can't you sit still for a few minutes?"

"I don't know about you, but I would like to have some blankets and pillows tonight."

"Fine," she easily admitted defeat. "Don't break your back, old man."

"You are literally older than me!"