Will We Talk?

80- Moving

"You're pissing me off." I hissed at Sam, who was, once again, not letting me carry the moving boxes to the car. He claimed I was injury-prone and would hurt myself, which isn't a complete lie.

"Shift, this one's heavy." he ordered as I stepped aside and followed him towards the front door.

"Sam, I'm a big girl. I can carry a box down some stairs and into my car." I stated, turning on my heels and grabbing the closest box to the front door.

My finger tips curled beneath the box before my whole palms flattened underneath it, securing it. I straightened my legs- returning to full height- as I adjusted the box in my arms, jigging it around a little so it was comfortable. The box wasn't too heavy- it was like the weight of two full shopping bags- and so I approached the staircase to deliver the box to Sam.

When I tell you he looked like he could've killed when he saw me with a box, you'd best believe me. The man was raging so much that I wouldn't be in awe if steam began billowing from his ears. He shook his head, giving me a disapproving look, "Give me that and get back up those stairs." he firmly demanded, going to grab the box from me but I moved it aside.

"Who do you take me for, Sam?" I scoffed, walking in the direction of my car and placing the box in the backseat, turning to smirk at Sam, "See." I teased before skipping off back upstairs.

"If you're so strong, you can help with these last few." Sam explained after I took a seat on the makeshift sofa.

I shrugged my shoulders and pulled out my phone, "Nah. Bit tired."

"You'll do as I say, Evelyn."

"Excuse me?" I thundered, whipping my head around to meet his eyes, "Care to repeat that?" he stayed silent, busying himself with the boxes already in the car, "That's what I thought, thanks very much. I'll do as I want, Samuel."

He silently approached the last of the latter of boxes, picking one up and heading out of the front door. The whole situation was quite awkward, hearing his footsteps and grunts, but I couldn't help but burst into laughter after he left the flat.

Don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore the princess treatment I get from Sam, but when its something like moving boxes to save time, surely he should take the offer. Plus, he's been stuck to me like a fly in a web for the weeks we've been back together. Oh but I love the attention. I can complain about him all I want, but nothing can stop the love I feel for him. Every time we make eye contact, its like I see him for the first time again as my body tingles and my eyes melt.

He's that guy.

*****

"Last goodbyes?" Sam asked as we stood at the doorway.

"Please." I smiled, pecking his cheek and walking back inside of the walls that had served as my home for 3 years now.

In this home, I'd made a child, lost a child, gained a fiancé, lost a fiancé, fought with an ex, fought with a boyfriend, slept with two men, thought about ending it all, gotten together with the love of my life, made music, cooked many meals, gotten absolutely shitfaced, broken my ankle, partied with my friends until the sun came up. It's a special place. A place that I will forever be grateful for, and also absolutely despise. To the next owner of this apartment, I hope they have equally as important memories and make it their own- just as I had.

Quite literally.

My footsteps bounced off the walls as I gave the kitchen one last dust off with my finger. I envisioned myself cooking a meal on my own for the first time: my hair a vibrant purple and tossed into a messy bun. I wore an apron that trailed the floor. My figure dangerously exposed to my then boyfriend who sat at the kitchen table.

The kitchen table where I saw myself levitating my broken ankle, discussing things with Sam. I warmed myself up with a sweet cup of tea.

I left the kitchen and walked up the corridor, chuckling at the few times I'd tripped down the stairs at the end. I chuckled at the night Rylee and I had went out with strangers and Fran was so mad that she completely face planted as she got to the bottom. She was so enraged that she was storming through my house, completely forgetting the stairs there. I can hear the chorus of our laughs, including her own.

Then I approached the living room and saw myself holding my godchildren for the first time, Yvonne sat next to me. She was cradling my shoulder as she observed me with her babies. I looked over to the window where my record player had once been. The memorable chords of 'Be My Baby' by The Ronettes booming from the speakers as I gripped onto the flute of prosecco and danced around with Sam.

Then came the corridor of rooms. I pictured Tyler and Bailey sprinting around, playing hide and seek tag together during my 'housewarming' party. My chest lifted as I chuckled at the sound of Bailey absolutely stacking it and all of us seeing him flat on his arse.

The first room: the bathroom. I walked in and saw myself crying, caressing the several bruises that Joseph had freshly painted over my cheek. A frown met my face as a youthful Evie broke down in front of me, laying in an empty bath.

Then I entered my bedroom. The sight of Sam laying comfortably with his guitar as I sat with mine was enough to set the butterflies off again. He was teaching me the chords to Wonderwall, feeding into my delusion that I was a guitar goddess.

I sniffed as I looked into the nursery, envisioning Rylee, Fran and I decorating it while Joseph brought another round of tea in. We'd been at decorating for four hours and were determined not to stop until we were done with the basics.

And the last room was the office/ music room. I saw myself sat at the desk, eyes focussed on my music book as Sam sat on the beanbag, strumming on his guitar and humming. My eyes were full of evil as I looked towards him in my state of concentration.

"Goodbye." I whispered to the building, almost as childish as I had been earlier in the morning with Sam, "I'm ready to go before I regret it all." I looked up at Sam's eyes and pressed a kiss to his lips as I locked the door for one last time.

Sam's boyish grin sat on his face as we walked down the staircase, "Exciting, eh?"

"Bittersweet." I mumbled, "This is the next step, Sammy boy."

"And I'm more than ready to make that step." he replied, thumb rubbing against my waist.

I nodded before smiling at one of my neighbours, "All the best, Evelyn. I'm sure your constant going out won't be missed." she chuckled, hugging me.

"Cheers, hinny. I hope everything goes well for you and your family." I smiled at the lady, pushing the pram into the house.

Even the neighbours would be missed.

*****

The car felt so weighed down when I began to drive. It took a moment to get used to the different drive around, but Sam was there to annoy me through the stress of it all. His hand was dangerously far up my leg, drawing shapes with the lining of the shorts I was wearing.

"After you, Fender." I spoke as I handed him the keys. I made sure to take everything that happened in, preparing to make more memories than I'd made the few years I was in the old apartment.

He held my hips, "This is something to do together." he whispered, kissing my neck as we stepped in together.