Chey's POV:
"Kian, lift you weakling. I can't do this by myself." I say as we move my dresser into my bedroom. "I am!" He grits his teeth. "No your not. You need to go to the gym more if thats all you can do." I make him laugh, and we finally get the dresser in place.
"Well, now everything is in the apartment. What now?" Kian asks. "We go to Ikea and buy furniture! So we can do more heavy lifting!" I laugh. Kian glares at me. "I don't think so. Not today pretty lady." "Kian Robert, if i want to do something, I will." I cross my arms. "Babe," "Don't babe me." He stands up, and brings me into a hug. "No." He whispers into my ear. I laugh. "Fine." I kiss his cheek, and walk into the kitchen. "Can we at least go to the grocery store?" "Of course. Food over anything. Lets go!"
"My car or yours?" I ask. "Is that even a question? Yours!" Kian says. "Can i drive!?" "Haha, no. That thing is my love." I smile.
The Next Day...
In the midst of my dreaming, I am interrupted by rolling off the mattress and thumping onto the floor. "Ow.." I murmur, and open my eyes. My apartment is a mess of half open boxes, and furniture in places it shouldn't be. And the best part is i have to take care of it all by myself today. Cause Kian is busy filming today, and Hannah is in Ohio.
Hannah.
I have an extra bedroom and bathroom.
I find my phone and call her.
"Hannah! I have an extra room and bathroom in my new apartment, will you move out here with me!!!??!"
"YES, OF COURSE. ILL BE THERE IN 2 DAYS. YASSSSS!!"
"SWEET!"
I just got a room mate.
But dammit, I still have to fix this mess myself.
I make a cup of coffee, and turn on Netflix. I watch a few episodes of Criminal Minds, and then decide to do my responsibilities. I change into purple Nike pros, a matching sports bra, and black sneakers. I put my hoodie on, and start unpacking boxes. I put my desk in the living room in front of the window. I set my lap top on it, along with my modem for wifi, and a couple other things. I put my bedroom boxes into my room, and random boxes stay in the living room. I hang up my jeans and sweater. Fold my shorts and tee shirts. My shoes go into the closet.
I look at my bed frame. I really should set that up. I go to the living and open my random boxes. Perfect, a screwdriver.
I put the thing together, and man, I'm great at this. I pull the mattress into my room, and push it up. I prop one side up with a box, and pull the other side. Fuck, this is heavy. But i manage. I wipe my forehead, and clap. Ha, I don't need help. I move my organizers into place on each side of the bed, and make the bed.
Back into the random boxes, I pull out nails and a hammer.
I hang up my night time city-scape picture up on the wall behind my bed. I string my fairy lights, and smile. I love this. I put my organizer boxes in, and carefully put my camera in one of the organizer shelves. My guitar goes next to my dresser, and my mirror in the last empty corner. I put my tie dye throw rug down, and sit on my bed.
I finish setting my room up in a few hours, and sit down. The last thing to do is mount my t.v on the wall, but Kian is doing that for me. I've still gotta buy living room stuff, and kitchen stuff. I order some chinese, and turn criminal minds back on.
Sonnie comes into my room, and jumps on the bed. Her cat tower is in the living room, her litter box in the bathroom, and she has food and water in the kitchen. She seems pretty happy.
