Y/N rested their eyes while sitting in the passengers seat of their mom's used silver 2002 Lexus SC 430, their headphones connected to their phone, the volume at a level that allowed them to hear minimum noise while listening, but not the maximum level. Suddenly, the car stopped and Y/N looked up and to their left, gazing upon a two-story home, colored in light blue, a darker blue, and white, with a victorian-esque exterior and overall vibe.
"Well, we're here!" Y/N's mother said, her dyed blonde, mid-back length hair with dark roots softly blowing in the wind. Y/N's face stayed blank as they got out of the car, shoving their phone into their (f/c) canvas bag, their long, dark blue peasant skirt moving in a way that you could see exactly what the persons legs were doing underneath as they turned their whole body to their right, rising from their car seat.
Y/N had already gotten used to the Beckton climate, as their mothers convertible had the roof open, but they still underestimated how cold it could be in mid-October. Both the (h/c) person and their mother walked from the side of the road to the front door, the room temperature air hitting Y/N like a truck as their mother, Lisa, opened the door.
"Eh, so whadda ya think?" Y/N's mom, gestured towards the homes interior. All the large furniture, like the couch, tables, beds, etc. had already been brought to the house the week prior to minimalize the hassle that would come with moving everything all at once.
"It's ok." Y/N stated, their voice seeming uninterested in what their mom was saying.
"Well, I'm going to my room to unpack."
And with that, Y/N went upstairs and through the hallway, entering the room that was second to last from the end of the previously mentioned hallway. Upon entering their room, Y/N observed their furniture for a moment, their bed, their desk, their wardrobe, and finally, the 5 boxes filled to the brim with items that were too small to bring to the new house the week prior, but too big to be put in the backseat and trunk.
After about 30 minutes of re-arranging and placing down items, Y/N's room looked up to their standard, their bed now having (n/c) sheets and a (f/c) comforter and pillow case set, their wardrobe now filled with their clothing, one shelf in the neutral colored, 4 shelf book shelf, filled with a quarter of their books & literature collection, and two solid-colored blankets being used as temporary curtains. The (h/c) person then heard their mothers voice.
"I have some more boxes for you!" Y/N's mom's voice echoed through the hallway. Knowing that their mother wasn't going to come upstairs to bring them, Y/N walked downstairs to see half of the house fully furnished, while the other half was practically trashed with folded boxes, empty plastic totes, and bags. Seeing that the only non-folded boxes were a few small boxes, Y/N acknowledged the mess and quickly hauled the boxes upstairs and to their room, where in the next 10 minutes, the remaining 3/4 of their book collection was now in the neutrally colored book shelf, and a few fragrances sat on the top of their desk.
Y/N yawned, taking off their headphones and disconnecting them from their phone, and laid on top of their bed, feeling comfortable. The (h/c) person hadn't even taken their shoes off yet, but they felt sore. Suddenly, for the second time in the past 45 minutes, Y/N's mother had another thing to talk about, but didn't come to the person they wanted to talk to.
"Y/N! Come down here right now!"
"God, you're such a bitch..." Y/N mumbled as they descended the stairs.
"What did you say?"
"I have an itch."
"Well, I think that you should go out while I unpack the rest of the house, get out of your shell a bit."
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