౨ৎ in which aliya levine begins her third year of surgical residency with overbearing parents, an ex who left her heartbroken, a green eyed rich boy, a chaotic best friend and a pair of twisted sisters.
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chapter forty three━what is it about men season eight, episode four
❝i'm done with building houses on the sims, i'm ready to get a real one. with you.❞
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Aliya yawned into her palm as she sat on the deck of the house Derek was currently in the middle of building.
And by in the middle of, he was actually building the house around her, hammering screws into the wooden planks from where he was on his knees, his hair unusually messy with fragments of dust and specks of dirt.
The Levine woman brought her travel mug of coffee to her lips taking a sip before setting it back down on the deck, leaning back on the palms of hands as she took in the view before her.
She could see why Derek was so attached to this place. The view was beautiful — complete with trees, mountains and lakes, stretching out into the distance. It felt like something out of a Disney movie, where little birds would help you get dressed every morning before eating breakfast outside.
It was the kind of place you could easily come to clear your head.
Though, the sound of an angry man angrily hammering nails in the background kind of ruined the tranquil effect this place usually had.
"I can see why you like it out here. It's—" Aliya winced at another loud bang. "Peaceful. No neighbours. Though, thinking about it, it would be quite lonely with no one around for miles. Except the park ranger, of course. Wait, is there even a park ranger here?"
"It's not a national park." Derek replied back, his voice gruff as he concentrated, only half-listening to what Aliya was actually saying.
"I kind of like having neighbours to gossip with." Aliya mused, the morning breeze sending a chill across her cheeks, her eyes watering only slightly from it. "Linda from number eight is always telling me about these kids who live at number fifteen who always throw eggs at number sixteens windows on Halloween."
"You can see why the whole prospect of having no neighbours is looking good right about now." The Shepherd man said, rising to his feet and retrieving a few screws from the box on the other side of the deck.
"I don't know," Aliya shrugged, disagreeing with him, because neighbours always seemed to make things a little more exciting — when they weren't complaining about the slightest bit of noise, or a car parked one inch over. "It's always quite funny hearing about Sarah's son who changes his career every week. Last week he worked at Taco Bell, but then he burnt himself on melted cheese, so now he's working as a lifeguard at the community pool."
