The Beautiful Unexpected Things

Chapter 1

I walked to the edge of the sidewalk and hailed a cab. I sighed as I stepped on the street and got mud on my shoes. Wonderful.
  I couldn't believe that Paul had asked me to move in with him. He lives in the nicest part of New York. He's like a character from Gossip Girl. As I got into the cab and wondered for the billionth time why he stayed this long with me, I mean I'm from a weird hippie small town in California and wrote a book about a murder.
   And he's a lawyer who's parents who own one of the most expensive companies on the planet.
   I lived in a one bedroom apartment with the bathtub in the living room and he had a three story townhouse next to an Olympic gymnast and a film director.
And he wants me to move in with him.
   What the hell?
  "Um ma'am where do you live?"
   I jumped in my seat and looked at the confused male taxi driver. I blushed and gave him my address.
  As we pulled up to the corner I gathered my stuff, payed the driver, drew in a shaky breath and sprinted to the stairs.
   I love living in the murder capital of New York City.
   When I was in safety of the apartment, I dropped my keys on the counter and went to my bedroom.
   I changed into my high school volleyball shirt and black shorts with Santa hats on them.
   I took my makeup off and put my hair in a gross messy bun. I plopped on my couch and turned on Netflix on my computer monitor.
   I looked at my phone.
4 voicemails
   I internally groaned, people.
   I put my phone up to my ear to listen to them.
"You have 4 new voicemails. "
Thanks Sherlock.
"Voicemail one
'Hey Bell, it's your dad I wanted to confirm plans for the holidays and see if your stupid lawyer boyfriend is coming." I rolled my eyes. "Also wanted to tell you some news about the real love of your life so call me when you get a chance.'
Voicemail two.
"Yo yo yo Bell Tell its your big bro, Tyler. I got some big news to tell you, I proposed to my girlfriend today, and she said yes!! Plus I bought you a toaster and its on a UPS truck as we speak. The hippie parentals are good and we miss you back in Cali."'
I smiled at my brothers stupidity.
"Voicemail Three
'Hi Aunty Bell it's Abby. I wanted to remember you that I have a Preschool recital in Santa month and you should come. I love you and I'm four now, thank you soooo much for my dolley."'
I smiled. Little Abby, my neice  is the cutest thing ever.
"Voicemail Four
'Hey Bella, it's me-"
There was a knock at the door. I put my phone down and looked at the window. It started to rain. And the Skyline looked beautiful tonight.
I looked through the peephole.
Holy shit.