~ Chapter 27 ~

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Abigail's POV

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We carry our things from our cars up to our new apartment which is a major pain in the ass seeing as though it's on the fourth floor. Eventually, we get everything transferred after about thirty minutes. We plop down on the sofa and I lay my head on Ricky's shoulder.

"Rickyyyyyy we don't have any fooood," I whine and he groans.

"We'll just call in something tonight and go get groceries in the morning,"

"But what about classsessss?"

"We can skip," he states simply.

"Noooooo, I don't wannaaa," I say and put my head on his lap.

"Fine, whatever you want to do."

"Rickkkkkyyyyy, I want Starrbuuucckks," I whine again and he laughs as he moves the hair out of my face.

"You're so needy," he jokes and I smack him on the forehead.

"Fuck oooffff," I say and he laughs.

"Do you want Chinese?" He asks and I nod.

"Ooh, yeah," I say and he pulls out his phone to call the Chinese place. I don't know why, but I really feel like being a pain in ass right now.

"Rickyyyyyyy we dont have any movvieeeees," I say and he doesn't respond.

"Rickkkyyyyy what's the Wi-Fi passworrrrd?" I say and he slowly turns around.

"I. Don't. Know." He says irritated and I giggle. I get up off the couch and check the back of the router behind the Tv for the password. Ricky turns on the Tv and I glance at the remote.

"Ooh, smart Tv, do you know what this means?" I grin and he looks at me blankly.

"What?"

"NETFLIX BITCH !" I yell. He flinches and continues to look at me emotionlessly.

"Well damn, don't get too excited, you might pull something," I say as I roll my eyes and steal the remote. I log into my Netflix account and start watching American Horror Story. After awhile, a dude shows up at the door with our food. Ricky answers the door, hands the man his money and brings the food into the living room. We eat on the sofa and binge watch AHS until almost two o'clock in the morning before we decide to go to bed. I change into an AFI t-shirt and short black shorts. Ricky just sleepily peels off his clothes until he is only in his boxers and flops down on the bed. I climb in after him and he throws his arms around me. In hardly no time, I hear faint snores coming from him and drift off myself not long after.

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I wake at the sound of my alarm and ever so gracefully pull myself out of bed. Not really, I trip over something in the floor and almost fall on my face. What a wonderful way to start off the day. Whatever.

I look down at the lines covering my arms and sigh. There goes wearing short sleeves in public for awhile. It's cold out anyway. I pull an over sized Misfits sweater and black leggings out of my mess of clothes strewn across the flood. I walk into the bathroom, but not before running face first into the door and stubbing my toe. Building-2; Abby-0. I start the shower and walk back into the room to grab a towel, careful to watch where I'm going. Ricky lays sprawled out across the bed, gripping on deathly tight to a pillow and I laugh to myself. I grab my clothes, clean bra and underwear, towel, shampoo, soap, you know the drill. I take a bit longer than usual in the shower since I woke up a little bit earlier this morning than usual. That, and I'm just tired as fuck. After I eventually get out of the shower, I wrap the towel around me and my hair as well. I dry off before slipping on my clothes. I shake the towel throughout my hair before blow drying it and throwing it up into a messy bun. I walk back into the bedroom and notice Ricky isn't there so I walk into the living room, nothing. Hmm. I walk back into the bathroom to my phone sitting in the sink and see a text message from him.

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