I Got To Start Somewhere

IGTSS Part 10 Damn Pride!

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Oh I'm so angry I wrote at least a couple pages. Then computer freezes and everything gets lost :(

Only edited half so sorry but it is 4am need to go to sleep!

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"I don't want to!" Nicholai whines. God he is such a baby all I asked him was to carry up the small dresser with me. He can probably carry it up himself. It's not like I worked him all day we just went to a couple stores. I bought some clothes and he just held the items while I looked for other things. He even grabbed a thong and told me to model it for him he was such a pig. I needed to get a couple bras and he was no help let's just say. I had to literally drag Luke to the cloth selection for boys. After with some persuasion he got a jacket, jeans and a pair of shoes. Now Dom was a whole other story. He was the fashion diva or divo. He is wearing these sun glasses that are lime green and he got some shirts, pants and shoes. Right now he is standing in the bed of the truck with his hands on his hips. He said and I qoute "I'm a cool kid now." He will just have to be my shopping buddy.

Then we went to a grocery store. and got some food. I will have to make a list next time on what we need. I hand the box of food to Luke.

"What can I take," Dom danced around, spinning in circles.

"Be careful dude. Um here," I handed him the bag with drinks and his clothes in it. See I was even nice and got everyone a drink and this everyone does include Nicholai. "Luke grab the clothes," Luke walks over to the bed an takes the bags adn place them in the box. Well at least someone is listening to me. Luke takes Dom with him and walks away. "Are you going to help me or not?" I turn to Nicholai, who mearily shrugs his shoulder. Is he really not going to give me a reply.

"Fine," I grab the dresser. It's only a four drawer one. I pick it up, okay I was wrong. God for something thats not big it is sure heavy. I grit my teeth and walk to the door.

"Yeah and how will you open the door," I can hear his happy voice behind me. I can just picture him smiling and watching me carry this bloody thing. I hate him right now. I set the dresser down and lock the truck with my keys. I open the door and prop it open with my foot. This will be okay. I pick up the dresser and do this hoppy like motion on one foot, while trying to keep the other against the door. It's harder then it sounds. The door keeps hitting my foot everytime I hop. "WOW!" I hear Nicholai's voice ooz with sarcasm. I start to mumble cuss words, I thought men were suppose to be gentlemen. Clearly Nicholai is not a man. "Well how are you going to get that up the stairs?"

"Hmm you know thats why we have an elevator," I spat. I mean come on how stupid can he be. I push the button for the third floor.

"Hmm you know," he mocks my voice. Okay I don't remember sounding preppy. "that's why we have sign that your suppose to read." What that doesn't make sense. "Or can you not read the damn sign." He walks infront of me and points to a sign near the elevator. The sign read 'no object bigger then two feet is permitted to be in the elevator.

"Are you fricken kidding me," I wanted to cuss so badly. But I'm not one to cuss out loud unless I really feel like it. The elevator door opens, Nicholai steps in. Is he really going to leave me? He waves bye. I need his help! "Wait," I call to him. Tell him you need help, forget your pride. My arms are already killing me. The corner to the dresser diggin into my skin. His arm swings to keep the door open.

"Yes?" Wait a dog gone second. I looked at his eyes and can see him wanting me to ask. More like daring me. He wants me to seem helpless. My pride come back like a slap to the face.