A Life I Only Dreamt Of [ON HOLD]

Chapter 5

   We made it to her new apartment and took a look around. She had already set up a few things like her bed and some stuff in the living room.
   "Hey!" Gabbie bursted out. "Follow me. Your room is right over here."
   Gabbie began to walk over to the room, me slowly following behind her.
   The place was nice. I was admiring it really. The walls looked as white as snow. They were bright. It looked like the place was just made. The carpet was still plush, and the wood was still matte looking. Nothing looked messed up. I'm surprised she got a place that looked this good.
   "It's right here. Put your bags down, and then I'll help you with this bed I bought for you later. We have some stuff to do."
   I stared at her for a moment. She bought me a damn bed. I could have bought one myself later, but she didn't care and bought me one.
   I set my bags down next to the unopened box and hurried back to her.
   "So, what are we doing first?" I asked, looking at all of the unopened boxes that were scattered around.
   "Well, my fatass can't really move this couch from here to the filming area, so that's first," she laughed as she pointed over to a nice, sleek black leather couch.
   "C'mon fatass? I'm fat too, but at least we know what a burger is," I added to her statement as we walked over to the couch.
   We grabbed it, lifting it slowly off the ground and began to bring it to her filming area.
   As we began to walk there, Gabbie accidentally forgot to warn me of a wall
I was about to run into. I rammed the back of my left side against it.
   "Ah, shit," I laughed in pain. "Gabbie... you were planning for this pain, weren't you?"
   Gabbie chuckled, "How did you know?"
   I shook my head at her and set it against her wall where fan art was already getting hung up.
   I sat on it, laying back and closing my eyes.
   "Is it bad that I'm actually worn out by that?" I asked, breathing a little heavily.
   She sat down next to me, shaking her head.
   "That's heavy for such a small couch. Or maybe I'm just weak. I wish my arm fat would turn into muscle."
   "Don't we all?" I replied, laughing as I opened my eyes to look at her.
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   It was later that night, and we had already set up most of the stuff that she had for her apartment. We were sitting on her bed as she started her late night binge watch of Friends.
   She began to yawn and rub at her eyes. She gave a quick glance at me and slowly scooted closer to me.
   I felt like I was going to explode because I knew exactly what she was going to do. She going to rest her head on my shoulder and close her beautiful eyes, and she was going to let herself drift off asleep. That was my weakness. When people lay their head on my shoulder. I would definitely die if she were to put her face into my neck.
   She did exactly what I thought. She placed her head on my shoulder and slowly fell asleep after an episode or two of her show. 
   I didn't want to move her and wake her, so I carefully just wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her blanket up on her, smiling.
   Goodnight, beautiful.