Neighborly (A Chris Pine fanfic)

Move in day

This had to be the worst luck Temperance had ever had since getting out on her own after college.

She had been a late bloomer when it came to making a career improvement by going to school in order to be a writer. Sadly, back home in Wisconsin, writers were not something that was in demand, so Temperance did the only thing she could do. Move. 

She had decided to head towards LA, California. Luckily she managed to get in touch with an editor about her work and she would be meeting her next week...

If only Temperance wasn't stuck having to move all her stuff into her new house, BY HERSELF!!

The guys she had hired had not shown and when she called, their employer said they were no shows to work. Great. Money poorly spent. She had over 20 boxes to get into her small condo, along with furniture. She sighed and began pulling her dark red brunette hair. The desert sun bore down on her, warning her it would not be merciful on her.

Several of the boxes were going to be too big for Temperance to move, she was well aware of that. Her stature, which was a measly 5'0" petite and barely 100 lbs, was somewhat lacking in adequacy for this. But she'd just have to do with. It's not like she could ask a total stranger anyways.

She grabbed the box that was marked Kitchen and headed inside. She might as well start off easy and light. Get her appliances, clothes and essentials in before it got too dark.

Her small condo, which was a two level, had been beautifully designed. It was slightly fenced in. One side of the house was wall to wall glass windows, allowing good ambience during good weather, but not much shade. She had a backyard with a pool, 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. She figured it would be good to have a guest room and a study in order to do her work. She set the box down in the kitchen and took a quick look around her new home. It had costed her most of her savings, so she prayed it was worth it. She smiled slightly and went back to get another box. She stacked two on top of each other and lifted them up. 

She realized as soon as her knees were straight, the boxes were too heavy together and began to loose balance and tilt backwards.

"Oh no... shiiiii-" She lost her footing due to the awkward weight and began to fall backwards. She squeezed her eyes shut as she waited to hit her sidewalk and have the heavy boxes fall on her, possibly causing injury. But it never came.

"Whoa! That was close!" A voice yelped as a pair of strong hands grabbed her shoulders to right her back on her feet before moving to the boxes to relieve her of them.

"You ought to be more careful miss... there's glass in these." the voice chirped playfully, a medium baritone reaching her ears as the boxes moved into a pair of strong arms and moving, revealing not only a very handsome man, but one she recognized instantly.

"Thanks..." she mumbled and quickly swept her hair out of her face. Blue eyes met her greenish hazel ones and she knew she was in trouble... kind of.

Her savior had been none other than Chris Pine. Where had he come from!? Temperance quickly recomposed herself and reached for the boxes,

"I got it now." she said, Chris quickly swung the boxes easily out of her reach,

"Nah, I don't think so, let me help you with these." he said with a smile and walked towards her condo. He wore loose fitting light blue jeans with sandals, a white wife-beater under a dark blue and white plaid shirt. 

She watched completely dumbfounded and flabbergasted. She quickly grabbed another box and took off after him.

"Oh no, please, you don't have to do that!" She said, she didn't want to bother him. Chris just smiled at her as he set the two boxes carefully on the kitchen island counter.