"Babe, do you want the box labeled fragile in your room or in the living room?"
"Um," I scratch my head, "You can put that one in my room, its just some more pictures and stuff."
He nods, carrying the box into my room, leaving me in the living room of our apartment.
I fucking love this place, its a loft, so when you walk in, you're immediately in the living room and the kitchen is too the right. Also in the living room is a spiral staircase that takes you up to the loft part of the apartment. On the right side is Cat's room, and on the left is mine. There is a little walk way so you can get from side to side and you can see the front door from it.
The walls are wood panels, and there are two huge windows in the living room. The place came partly furnished with white sofas, and my mom helped me pick out some dark wood furniture.
We've been saving up for this place for two years and I'm so happy its ours now.
Cat is moving in next week, and I can't wait for her to get here. I haven't seen her in so fucking long.
I dig through the box and pull out a framed picture from the last day we were all together in the parking lot of the shop and smile slightly. Things are so different now, which is really upsetting.
I haven't heard from Ronnie in like, a year, ever since she moved to LA. I miss her, but hopefully she's having a good time down there.
The same with Ashton. When him and Cat broke up I was heartbroken, but I kinda figured it would happen eventually. Honestly, I was surprised they lasted six months. But I would never tell her that.
I've talked to him a few times, just congratulating him on his wins. He is really doing well in the NHL.
I hang the picture on the wall, smiling as I reach down again and pulling out a picture of Cat and I from graduation.
I hang that one next to it when I feel arms wrap around my waist.
I smile, leaning into him as he reaches up and straightens the pictures I just hung up.
"I miss this," he sighs, looking at the picture of the gang, "I wish we could go back to then. Everything was so much easier."
"I know," I sigh, "But things are going to pick up again, once Cat's back."
"I'm excited to see her," He says, "I feel bad, I haven't talked to her in a while."
"Its alright, shes been really busy," I say, turning in his arms and wrapping my arms around his neck, "Even though shes a pro at moving across the country by now, its alot of work."
"Believe me, I know," he smiles and I smile back, leaning up and connecting our lips quickly, before pulling away and walking over to another box in the kitchen.
"This place looks really nice," he says, and I smile, "Thanks, I really like it."
He takes out his phone and leans against the wall as I stack some plates into the cabinets.
"Shit, Ashton's games on." he says, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV.
Ever since he joined the NHL, we became a little bit more into hockey. It's just so cool seeing your friend on TV playing on a major league team.
"Oh, come on!" he shouts in the television as the other team scores, "I just turned it on and you're loosing already?!"
I laugh lightly, turning my attention back to the plates and cups I'm putting away.
I get on my tippy toes to try and put something on the top shelf, but I can't reach.
"Luke, can you help me put this away."
"Sure," he says, getting up from the couch and putting the remote on the coffee table, coming over to me.
He takes the cups from me and places them on the shelf easily, making me scoff.
"Good thing Cat's going to be living here, she'll be able to reach the high shelves."
"Shut up," I roll my eyes, jumping up and sitting on the counter. He stands in between my legs, placing his hands on my thighs.
I sigh, placing a hand on his stubbled chin, "I don't want you to go back to Yale."
"I know," he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead, "But I'll be here for the summer, and then I only have one more semester."
I smile, "I'm proud of you, you know," I say, running my hand from his chin to his hair, "Not everyone can say they graduated early from freaking Yale."
"I'm only graduating early because I took a crap ton of classes so I could get more credits last summer."
"Still," I say, "You got in early and you worked incredibly hard your whole time there. You deserve it."
"Thank you baby," he says, pressing his forehead to mine, "I'm excited to be back home though."
"Oh I'm so excited for you to be home."
He leans in to kiss me again, but we're cut off by my phone.
"Sorry," I smile innocently, giving him a peck on the lips before jumping off the counter and to my phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey!"
"Hi Cat." I smile, looking over to Luke and mouthing 'sorry'.
He smiles and shakes his head, walking back over and sitting on the couch to watch the game.
"What's going on, what are you up to?"
"Oh nothing really, just unpacking some boxes."
"I just shipped my boxes so there should be about 4 coming in a few days."
"Okay!" I grin, "I'm so excited, you actually have no idea."
"Oh no," She says, "I have some idea. I can't wait to come back, Grace. I miss it so much."
"I can't believe you're coming next week. It needs to come quicker."
"I know," she laughs, "So how's life? Anything out of the ordinary happen? Is anyone helping you unpack?"
I look over to Luke who is intently watching the game, smiling slightly, "No nothing unordinary. And yeah my dad helps me sometimes, but then it's just me." I lie, but Luke either ignores what I said or he just didn't hear me.
"Well I'll be there soon to help," she says, and I grin massively. I'm so fucking excited.
"Alright, well I have to go to work, I'll text you later."
"Okay, have fun, I'll be here." I laugh, and she does too.
"Love you!"
"Love you, bye."
I hang up, and Luke gets up, walking over to me and pulling me into him by my waist, "Are you ever going to tell her about us?"
"I want to, Luke," I sigh, "But I feel bad. I know she misses Ashton, even though she says she doesn't I can read her like an open book from a thousand miles away. I don't want to rub it in her face."
"Well she knows you and Michael broke up, right?"
"Yeah, I told her that," I sigh, "Luke I feel bad not telling her, but I just don't know how she'll react."
"She's going to find out eventually, babe."
"I know," I sigh, leaning my head against his chest, "I'll tell her. I'm sorry, Luke."
"It's okay, baby," he says, pressing a kiss to my head, "As long as I'm with you, I don't care who knows."
I smile at his words, and hug him tighter. "Thank you, Luke."
