March 19, 2016
Fruck and I had a pretty good walk, we went down to the park. But, once we were heading back and we got to the lobby, Fruck gave up, of course, and I had to carry him to the apartment. I ran into one of the new neighbors, Ethan, literally, and I volunteered to help him move in (instead of studying ofc) because he is way hotter than my paper.
~Annabeth RoseI walk in, like Ethan said I should, and see Ethan, and I'm assuming his twin brother, or just extremely identical brother, move a table into place.
"Hey." I say.
"Wait, you're actually helping!" Ethan sounds excited as he places the table down and faces me.
"Yeahh." I reply.
"Even though you had to leave Fruck at home?"
"It's fine. He's tired." I explain, why is he so obsessed with my dog I think.
His brother clears his throat and says, "Hi, I'm Grayson."
"Oh, hi, I'm Annabeth. I'm gonna help you guys move." I say.
"Really!? All our other friends bailed."
"That stinks." I state.
"Well they were busy so I understand." He brushes it off.
"So what are we moving?" I ask.
"I'll show you, follow me." Ethan says.
The three of us head downstairs, using the elevator this time because we had no dog to stop us (animals aren't allowed on the elevator), and out of the lobby to the moving truck on the side of the road. There was a guy standing there, he was watching the truck and making sure nothing gets stolen. I said hi to him and he nodded his head back, that's all we said to each other.
I looked in the truck and there was a couch, beds, and a few boxes full of stuff left. We decide to start with the boxes and we each grab one and put them in the elevator. Grayson stays in the elevator to hold the doors while Ethan and I go grab the other boxes. When we get back to the elevator, we put the boxes down in the elevator and press the button up to the 3rd floor.
We stand there awkwardly, with the weird elevator music playing, waiting for the doors to slide open. When they finally do, we move the boxes out into the hallway before carrying them into the apartment and setting them down.
We head back down for the couch, but since it doesn't fit in the elevator, we have to carry it up 3 flights of stairs! I sure am glad they don't live on like the 12th floor or something. Once we finally get it up the stairs we have to maneuver it through their door, which isn't that easy. When it finally gets in we sit on it, panting for breath before moving it into place in front of the t.v.
Lastly we get the two beds. We start with the mattresses, bringing them both up at the same time by putting them on top of each other then turning them to the side. The bed frames can fit into the elevator, and through their door, easily. I decide to help them with the decoration of their house, too.
I help them get their belongings out of the boxes and put them around the house. One box, though, as I was opening it, Grayson ran over and closed it, saying it was personal stuff, I wonder what kind of personal stuff because as far as I could tell it was a bunch of papers with drawings and some other shit like that.
About two hours later we're finished. We all walk around the apartment together and it doesn't look that bad, especially for a bunch of teenagers on their own, which made me wonder about where their parents were. It's none of my business I chide myself.
Suddenly my alarm goes off, making all three of us jump and then start laughing like crazy. "Uhh, guys I gotta go." I say, it's time for my waitressing job.
"Why?" Ethan asks.
"My job." I state, making sure I have everything.
"Where do you work?" Grayson inquires.
"I'm a waitress at the cafe down the road." I reply.
"Oh."
"Bye, see you later." I say as I walk out of their apartment. I go into mine and say hello to Fruck before changing into my uniform, a green shirt and black pants, with a black apron and a green name tag overtop. I grab my phone, wallet, keys, and my science binder, and put them all in my bag. I check Fruck's food and water and say goodbye to him before locking the door and walking out.
YOU ARE READING
Dolan Doofuses
Fiksi PenggemarI have a new neighbor. Make that two, I believe they're twins. Make that a bunch more, people I believe only a fraction of their friends. They're all very loud, and hype, occasionally I see them talking to themselves on the balcony, who knows how ma...