Differentiate the differences - a Captainsparklez fanfiction

Settling down

Everything was a mass of blurry movements. Flashes of somber grey, desolate black and blank white mingled with the salty tears; turning my vision hazy. I sat still, crying but not sobbing. It was her funeral. But it came too soon.

I remember hearing the mortician say a few words, acknowledging that her presence was in heaven. A white angel. God was taking care of her now. I don't care. I want her back. I want her back now.

I woke up, tears on my face. The light came down on my arm and I raised myself up and went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. Bloodshot, red eyes stared into mine. My hair was a mess and I looked terrified. Hopefully I hadn't screamed out at night, others would be disturbed. Today was when the furniture would come, hopefully. I showered and changed.

I walked downstairs, hoping that I wouldn't see Jordan. I made an embarrassing scene and I almost wanted to move out of the apartment because of that. But while thinking of the devil, I saw him talking to the person shipping my furniture.

I walked over to them. Why was he here? I wanted to die.

"Caelyn, I believe that this is your furniture?" Jordan asked. I nodded, my heart thumping. I glanced over at the shipping guy. He gave me some things to sign and signaled others to bring them up for me.

I watched them work, but Jordan suddenly spoke up. "Um, Caelyn?" I looked up at him, slightly blushing. I hoped that he didn't think of me as gross because of the scene last night. He looked at me, something in his eyes. Was it pity? "I uh, about last night-" "Forget it." I cut sharply, "I was just tired." He stared at me for a while, then glanced back at the workers. They went up the elevator and I followed, him trailing after me.

-timeskip to when they finish putting the furniture-

I looked at my apartment. Well, it wasn't much, but at least I had a bed, a desk, a couch and the bare minimum. I sighed. Well, it was enough. I got some things out of my luggage and placed them all around the rooms. A picture of me, my mom, my dad, and her. I stared at it for a while before putting it down on the desk, to the right corner.

Jordan was in one of the other rooms, cleaning up a bit. I did not want him doing any more favors for me, but he insisted. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned.

“Hey Caelyn,” He said, “I thought you’d want to see my place, now that I’ve seen yours.”

I gave him a slight smile. “Sure Jordan.” I said.

We walked to his apartment, and upon opening the door, I never really saw anything different about it. It looked sort of like mine.

"Alright, so here is the kitchen/living room," He said, indicating the living room with a TV and kitchen part of it. There was also a table with chairs. He lead me to his bedroom, which was nothing special. I saw a guitar next to his bed and wondered if he played. Then, he showed me his game room. It was a rather small room, but it had computer monitors everywhere and a microphone set as well as an xbox and other machinery.

"Woah." I said, looking at the computers. "Yeah, here's where I record videos." He said. I saw that he was in the middle of uploading a video. "Hunger games survival?" I asked, turning to him. He nodded. "It's like Hunger games, but in Minecraft." I was still confused about what Minecraft was, so I asked him.

"Well, what about you play it for yourself?" He asked me. I shook my head, "I'll get addicted and eventually not focus on my studies."

He gave me a small smile. "Why not try it?" I shook my head, but a voice in my head said, 'why not? Just a little side thing.' I then stared at the floor, seemingly considering it. Then, I looked at him. "Well...sure, I'll try." I said.