Studio 22 | Mary-Kate Olsen

Chapter Fifty-Seven

August 16th 2023 - New York City - Mary-Kate's And Blue's Brownstone

"Where's this box going, Mija?" Papi asked, holding a box of kitchen supplies. "Over on the island, but be careful I think it's our dishes." I warned him as he stumbled a little. Mary-K would kill me if they got chipped, she spent 2 hours selecting the perfect set. I wasn't interested and was more invested in Mario Karts that I was playing with her brother at the time. I didn't see what the big deal was, we'd be eating off of it not presenting it to the royal family. She rolled her eyes at me and told me to leave her alone. So I continued to play Mario karts.

Our parents were helping us move in. The Olsen's wanted to hire a company to help us move in, my parents insisted they helped us so MK and I slipped away for refills of our drinks whilst our parents had it out. They compromised, having us move in the small things and a company deal with the furniture. My father wasn't so happy; he's always been a do - it - yourself kind of man. James, Jazz's dad was here too to help build the furniture and put up shelves. It was nice having them all here. Hectic and we definitely come from different worlds, well our families do, MK and I are pretty similar our parents not so much.

"There's too many people." MK mumbles as she curls into my side, I wrap my arm around her holding her there as I sign the last of the paperwork. "The movers are almost done with the furniture." She nodded. I knew it wasn't how many people were in our home but who. Strangers in particular, she wasn't thrilled with the idea. When my Papi offered to help she was relieved we wouldn't have to hire help. "It's our safe space, I don't want strangers walking through it." Is what she had said when we were driving home from her parents house. I had moved houses a million times that I had no feelings towards hiring help or not. I have done it both ways and it made no difference to me. But if MK preferred us doing it ourselves I was happy to do that. "How long?" She pouted. "I'm not sure... I don't even remember what furniture you ordered." "We." I chuckled. "Yeah, sure." She shoved me but I was holding onto her so I didn't go far. "Careful, I'm signing important paperwork." She just rolled her eyes and curled back into my side. People moved around us carrying boxes and tools. I paid no mind as I focused on reading and signing the contract. MK answered Papi's questions about where we wanted the boxes to go.

I had labelled each box with exactly what was in it to make unpacking easier. But this just seemed to confuse Papi more. Once I finished with the paperwork MK left with it to submit it. I was meant to sign it a few days ago but life got in the way. MK was glad to have a break from the house and I was determined to get the movers out of the house before she returned. I knew it was upsetting her and we had enough to deal with together she didn't need to stress over anything else.

"Blue, let them move that." David said to me as I carried in two of our kitchen stools from the van. "Quicker if we help." I say as I slipped past him. I wasn't afraid of a little bit of lifting. "Be careful on the floors." I called to the men in our lounge as they pulled the bookshelf off the floor. "Look at you caring about floors." Jazz teased as she followed me from the hall to the kitchen. "I care about my girlfriend keeping her sanity." She chuckled. After our little disagreement when I was away a few weeks ago we froze each other out for a week before she messaged me apologising. We met up for coffee on her lunch break and talked it out for a few minutes before we were filling each other in on what the other had missed during the radio silence. And it was like we never had an argument. That's the best thing about having a relationship like Jazz and I, arguments do happen, as they do in every relationship but they never ruin the relationship completely. We mean too much to each other to let that happen. We may be stubborn for a few weeks but we'll always fix it and it will be like nothing ever happened.

"Can you help bring things in? I want them out of here ASAP." I asked her. "Of course." So Jazz and I carried what we could between us off the van and into the house. Papi and James helped carry things up the narrow stairs as we found it hard to manoeuvre the large furniture alone. Before long the moving company was out of here and MK was home with dinner for everyone.