Lussuria

Chapter 1: Boxes and Boxes and Boxes and mystery boy?

After the horrendous 3 hour train ride, I finally arrived in the heart of L.A where I was gonna spend the rest of my college years. As I stepped out of my train an overwhelming feeling of excitement came over me, and I ran out of the station. When I got out of the train station I carried all my luggage down the bustling street of the city, colliding with multiple people, apologizing several times although half the people I bumped into cursed me out but I was to focused on finding a taxi. Can I mention I was struggling for dear life with the weight I was carrying, and cursing at myself for not listening to my mom about packing lighter. Cause I was.

As soon as I started to slow down my pace I felt exhausted... scratch that, exhausted being an understatement for the way I was feeling right now. All I wanted was to climb into my bed at my new apartment and sleep, but I had a long ways to go.

Soon after waiting on the side of the curb hoping a driver would notice me, I finally decided to stand up and hauled a taxi to bring me to my apartment. As I climbed into the taxi I was greeted by a nice man with a thick accent I couldn't quite pick up on. The smell of tobacco lingered, and he had a hula dancer bobble head stuck to the dash of his car.

Sitting in the taxi was actually the first time I got to relax in awhile, I drifted off into a sleep watching the hula dancer dance away with the bumps and curves of the road.

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I woke up to the driver shaking me awake saying, "Miss, Miss, we are here. I have brought out your luggage for you." I wonder how long I have been out and how far away I was from the train station.

Me being myself I responded half asleep, "Where are we? Oh right, Okay.. Thank you, here's your money..." I handed the man the money and he went back into his car and started the engine.

As soon as I got out of the car and grabbed my luggage from the corner the taxi sped away, and I turned around and got the first glimpse of my new apartment and new life.

It was exactly how I pictured my first apartment, this was a dream come true. I lived on a long street, with a bunch of apartments connected to each other. The one I lived in happened to be white painted brick, with rescue stairs running up the front of it. I awed over it on my computer screen back home in my room, but in person it was so much better looking. I looked around and noticed the amount of bars and restaurants lining the other side of the street. Thank the lord I have a Chinese place nearby, because I've been craving egg rolls since I was on the train.

Food aside I started to walk up the steps of my apartment building and opened the door. A musty smell of decaying wood came over me. Inside the first floor of the apartments lay a lobby. The lobby was small and quaint, it contained an old leather couch against the wall, and a coffee table with too many stains from people's mugs. On the opposite side of the room was the front desk.

I then walked over to the desk where there was a man sitting who seemed to be in his early 20's. He greeted me with a shy smile. For how attractive he was I don't know why he seemed so cautious. He had jet black shaggy hair, and soft hazel eyes with specks of green. His face was defined, but had a certain emotion behind it that I couldn't quite pick up on.

"Hi I was wondering if I can have the key to my apartment? I'm just moving in here." I asked the mystery boy.

" Yeah of course, you must be Cristina!" He sounded to excited by the thought of a girl moving into the building and the fact he already knew my name kinda sketched me out... "I saw your movers bring your boxes up to your place earlier. If you give me one second I'll come back with the key to your apartment." He swiveled his chair around and continued to walk into a back room behind the counter.

Wow, this kid has probably never seen a girl in his life guessing by the way he just acted when he saw me.

Mystery boy came back almost immediately with a big smile on his face and room key in hand. As he got to the counter he gave me my key.

" I could escort you to your apartment and help you with your bags if you'd like?" He asked sheepishly.

"That'd be wonderful.. Ugh-" I stammered not knowing his name.

" Alex, my names Alex." He chuckled and flashed me a gorgeous smile.

"Well thank you, Alex." I gave him a smile back, blood rising to my cheeks. God I'm such a baby, all he did was smile at me, get yourself together Cristina! Alex then proceeded to walk from behind the counter, grab my luggage, and lead me to the stairs.

As we walked up the stairs, I'm not gonna lie I got pretty winded. There were so many steps I don't know how Alex was doing so well. I looked over at him slyly. Then again now that I'm actually looking at him I noticed the toned and quite large biceps he has. This must not be the first time he's carrying heavy luggage for someone I'll tell you that. I thought and laughed at myself.

We finally managed to get to my door, room 4-A. I thanked Alex and started to fiddle with the key. I finally managed to open the door and I walked into my apartment. As soon as I set a foot in I realized the amount of boxes that were around and the amount of unpacking I still had to do. I groaned and set my key down on the night stand next to the door. I had to start unpacking sometime and better sooner than later.

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I finally finished unpacking at about 9 o'clock that night. The apartment didn't look too bad for just moving in. My living room consisted of a brown couch with lots of decorative pillows my mom picked out in Macy's, a old wooden coffee table, and a flat screen t.v on top of a entertainment center with all my favorite movies, and shows in the cubbies below it. There's nothing special about the kitchen, and my bathroom had black and white checkered floor tiles and a big old bathtub/shower thing. It was one of the old ones with the pretty legs and feet. My bedroom was by far my favorite room though. In the middle of my room against the wall was my queen sized bed with my big purple comforter, and even more decorative pillows bought for me by the courtesy of my mother. On each side of the bed lay two night stands, one with an old wrought iron lamp I found at garage sale, and on the other my current read "Twilight". On the floor I had a shaggy rug, and in my closest was my dresser and clothes hung up carefully.

I was settled into my new home and could actually rest my eyes for the first time since the taxi with the foreign man. I padded over to my closet and grabbed a pair of yoga pants and a old t-shirt. I walked over to my bathroom clothes in hand, the tiles cold under my bare feet and I slipped into my pajamas. I then brushed my teeth and walked back into my bedroom to lay in my bed.

As I slipped into bed and pulled the covers around me I thought about what was to come. I fell asleep dreaming of my new life here in Los Angeles, and the mystery boy named Alex.

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hai guys!

First chapter completed! WOOT

Ooooo a new love interest named Alex? But what about Giovanni? We'll meet him don't worry!

Do I smell love triangle in the air or what!

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