Normal is boring.

"DIY; that's why you love me."

(A/N) Hey guys! This is my first fanfic on here, so please don't hate? I'm trying really hard to make this idea a story, so yeah... Also, I apologise in advance for any typo's, I'm not English, so... If you like it, please leave a review!

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~Elizabeth's POV~

"Good morning sunshine!" Someone screams near my ear, incredibly close to being punched in the gut if they don't watch out. I grunt and turn around, facing the pillow before grabbing the covers and pulling them over my head. There's no way I'm waking up today.

I've just moved into this new house on the east side of London, with my best friend Luke. One of the few people I trust and tell everything. The only one, actually. He's adorable, but I seriously should've thought twice before I decided to move in with him. Why I moved in with him? Long story, short period of time. Today was the day that we'd get new furniture and decorate the house. Let's just say that I don't quite enjoy decorating. Especially not when it's a house as big as this. You see, his parents died a couple of years back, truly the worst thing that has ever happened to him and me, and when they did, they left a fair amount of money. So, Luke, being the most amazing friend ever, decided he'd buy us a huge house somewhere near the centre of London and his job, so that I didn't have to be with them anymore. As I said, long story, too tired to talk about it. So here I was, in a huge house in London, with five bed rooms and three bath rooms, a pool and jacuzzi outside, a basement twice as big as the living room in my old house, and an attic that he'd organised just for me. The only thing that was organised, by the way.

Soon enough, I feel the covers being pulled away with a hard tug, causing my cocoon of hotness to fade and I'm exposed to the chilly yet warm air that comes through the window.

"Luke," I groan as I lift my arms backwards to feel for his body, but all I feel is air.

"Get up princess, we're going to get you a new bed today!" Luke cheers happily, causing me to groan and cover my head with the pillow. This position is killing me, but I don't want to move, or I'll awaken entirely.We don't want that. Oh no.

"I like this bed just fine," I mutter and he snorts, flipping me over with his large hands.

"Luke!" I exclaim, adjusting to the bright light coming from the window. He chuckles and steps away from the old bed I'm currently lying on. He knows that if he comes any closer, he'll not have his balls for long.

"Sorry, love, you need to get up. I need to get to the store this afternoon at 3, so we'll have to hurry if we want to buy you a new bed," I groaned before sitting up. I know Luke is right. He has work and I don't have my drivers license yet. I'll have to go with him.

"Fine," I mutter before jumping of the bed and walking towards the walk-in closet where most of my clothes already were. In boxes, that is.

"I'll leave you to it," he says cheerfully but before he can march out, I call his name again.

"Luke! Wait! If you're going to the store at 3, and it's 11 already, does that mean that I'll have to decorate? On my own?" I ask him, my brows meeting in a frown when I see him nod and he smiles at me.

"You'll be fine, Liz. I mean, DIY; that's why you love me, right?" He says cockily and he smirks.

You've got to be kidding me.

"We're going to a DIY store? As in Do It Yourself?" He nods before explaining.

"How else am I going to fit all the furniture into the mini van?"

Oh, great.

You must know that I'm a terrible builder. Not a big deal you say? Well, you know those Lego blocks that you can use to build a house or whatever? Yeah, I can't even get two pieces to fit on each other. Not even the big ones. We had a competition one day, Luke against me, and he won fair and square, having built three houses in less than 15 minutes. I ended up with none.