Nothing Matters

Chapter 8- All Done

All Done

Finally after one long week of unpacking and arranging furniture, I was settled and now had time to relax, only it was Friday and tomorrow I'd have to go to work. I've only seen Elton twice this week, out for lunch yesterday and a coffee date on Monday.

Harry has shown up only once in the corridors of the condos, and I noticed that he was a busy person, along with the other 4 boys that I learned to be his best friends. Basically, my week was an exhausting one and I didn't even get to go to school for the most part. I was going to be the valedictorian, so it wasn't a big deal.

The cream colored duvet sprawled on my bed was cacooning me in a warm puddly of joy that I was to bare in forever. My hair was mussed and tangled and my teeth weren't brushed, but thats because I still haven't officially gotten up. It was nearly 2 pm and I was still comatose. My fingers brushed against my scalp as I massaged my aching head.

I could hear coffee quietly brewing in the kitchenette, and it slowly faded to a silent nothing, so I tiptoed to the other side of the condo, bare feet shivering under the cold sodden flooring.

The dripping of steamed water puddled on the countertop and I swept it up with a napkin before collecting a porcelain mug from the cabinet. Creamers were contained in a drawer to my left and I fished 4 of them out, busting the caps open and up siding them against the mug to fall inside.

I spun on the balls of my toes in a fancy motion, twirling towards the counter on the opposite of the island bar, hitting my index finger against the radio dashboard then hummed in approval to the jazzy music spewing lightly from the speakers.

Warbling birds flew past the window, blinds open allowing a fair amount of sunshine to gush into the living room. The red curtains I had recently bought weren't yet set up, and I have yet to do so, but now I'm just settling in and resting my sore limbs. I scooted the coffee table over to pull out a box of DVD's. I know what I'm doing today.

The cabinets in the laundry room had a bag of candles and silently, I proceeded towards the small room and perched myself on the dryer to reach the cabinet.

I sniffed the bottled shaped waxy tubes, humming in delight as a creamy brown one with the name of "Cinnamon Maple" had happied my senses, so I grabbed it and hustled back into the living room.

The movies were unkemptly scattered about and I had to unwillingly choose the one I felt most to see, but really I didn't mind any of them.

I hooked my fingers around my dreaded hair and tugged slightly to fix the tangled waves in an attempt to think silently to myself on which movie to choose.

The nape of my back ached as I hunched over, lip between teeth, eyes scanning the covers.

"I'm sorry I'm not watching you, I chose G-Force instead, mostly because I have a big heart for children's movies today." I rhetorically murmured to the DVD I was tied between.

I clicked it into the DVR and scampered towards the kitchen, pouring my coffee, and grabbing a red hand lighter that I secretly kept.

I lit the candle and a swirl of bliss puffed around me. My hands rummaged through the coat closet in the corridor until I found the cozy blanket that my papa made me when I was only 4. I dragged it with me towards the living room and sunk into the couch.

The music from the living room faintly played in the background of the movie and it didn't bother me, only soothes me. Only 13 minutes into the movie did I hear soft taps at the door, so I sighed and jolted upwards to retrieve it. Secretly, I wished that it was Elton coming to cuddle, but of course lately when I assumed that it's Elton, it's Harry instead. I was grimly standing upright in front of the curly headed fool wearing a boyish grin.