Elysian

[38] - some things change

a/n: I've been warned that, for some, this chapter is appearing before the 37th. I've tried to fix this error but nothing works, fortunately though that chapter doesn't add to the story as it is a smut chapter, you can read it in both ways.

MIKA
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A few days later I find myself in Lane's house once again. Though I'm aware we live not even a meter from each other, it's definitely become a more current thing over the past weeks.

Somehow he's just swop his way into my routine without even asking. Whatever it was that used to call me-myself-and-I days are now me-and-lane days.

The most surprising part is, I don't hate it at all. One thing I've learned about Lane is, he might be a completely opposite of me and have burst of way too much energy here and there, but he also knows how to...just be.

Whenever I feel remove myself from the world for a few hours, he finds something else to do and allows me to have that time and space. While at the same time being close in case I need him.

It's a concept I hadn't come across with before , as people usually either can't possibly come into terms with it, or completely change their whole lives just because of it.

"What's working up your mind?" he asks, as if he could read my mind and know he was just one of the main thoughts.

"Just wondering if you're going to keep the package just laying there waiting to be opened," I shrug, gesturing towards the entrance of his apartment.

He smirks, "Curious much?"

"Says the guy who not only took mine and opened it without permission," I press my lips together, looking at him with a deadpan.

Lane chuckles, "Touché"

"At least tell me what it is so I can be free from my curiosity," I plead, glancing at it once more as to see if I can guess what it is by the size and shape.

"See for yourself," he waves a hand.

I peer my eyes at the brunette, trying to decipher whether is actually serious or not. Lane tilts his chin as to say 'go on' so I slowly stand from my seat and go get the box.

The weight surprises me when I first grab it, making me even more confused on what it could be. I return to the kitchen counter and don't miss the way he's trying to hold back a grin.

"Stop mocking me," I scold.

"I'm not" he raises his arms, a shake of his head as he points to the box, "I just want to see your reaction"

I quirk a brow, "Is it something bad?"

"Nah, well, I don't think so? You might get a bit embarrassed but besides that..." Xander shrugs, trailing off on his own thoughts.

I snatch my hands away, horrified, "Forget it."

"Relax, it's not what you're thinking" he holds back his laugh and tells me to just open it.

Hesitating for a minute, I bite my lip and stare at the box. Soon enough I just say fuck it and cut through the cardboard structure, peeking to see what's inside.