'i'm not a kid anymore you know'
Jacob's POV
I sigh happily to myself as I step into my new apartment. It's simple and small yet so beautiful; I think I never want to leave really. It has a simple open plan. The open layout allows me to have a view point of the kitchen and living room. Futhur to my right, there is a spiral stair case that leads you to the top level that is bedroom and bathroom and from the bedroom you can see downstairs.
I think it's a great place and that I got really lucky to find such a nice place at a good price I can afford, especially being here in New York.
Below the level that is the bedroom there is a desk and chair where I put down my laptop bag and take the rest of my luggage containing my clothes and other necessities up to my new bedroom.
The apartment had furniture already that all consists of neutral and light tones making the place look even more modern, but it is a bit bare so going to buy some décor will not hurt when I get my next pay check from the clothing store I work at down the street. I will start working only next week Monday which is the same day my lectures will start.
The clothing store is a vintage store and I love working there. I am one of only three employees and I work every weekday afternoon to early evening after my classes are done for the day.
I still don't know where my life is heading at this point, I love to write but I know how good you have to be in order to be a successful author but that would ultimately be my dream really, although being an editor or taking a journalism course later on will also be a good bet. So that is why I am now majoring in literature.
I unpack all my clothes, hanging them up neatly, even though I know by possibly the end of the week my sloppy habits will return when the new aura of this place disappears.
I was going to remain in Pennsylvania with my mom. She is a single mother and it has only ever been me and her and to be honest she was all I ever needed as a parent in life and she could not have done a better job of it either.
I have never met my dad as he passed away before I was born but according to my mom I am exactly like him in almost every way, that gives me a sense of pride since my mom always has spoken so highly of him. She is the person I care and love most in my life and she has never proved me to believe otherwise.
She has always supported me in whatever I do. I remember when I wanted to join a sports club when I was a kid, that I remained in all the way till the end of my senior year, I remember how she would just manage to scrape the money together, insisting that I go even when I told her it was fine.
My first job was as soon as I turned sixteen and I worked in a café. I remember despising that place and my boss was probably one of the worst people I have ever met but I always told my mom it was worth it to help her out.
Money had always been tight and I knew there was no way I was going to college if I did not get a scholarship. I worked hard in school while working and doing sport on top of it all. I had friends but now that I look at it they really were not the kind of people I would share all my secrets with or come to for advice, as lame as it sounds, I always went to mom for that, she was my best friend and truthfully my only true friend at that.
But now I'm here, alone. I only managed to get a scholarship here in New York and one in San Francisco but my mom told me New York would be the better course and I agreed so I left.
The last day being with her was hard and I worry about her now even though I have only technically been away from her for not even a full two days. Her only other company is our dog and her co-workers.
What can I say, I'm a mamma's boy.
I hum and sing to myself as I do whenever I am doing anything that is a chore, putting everything away.
I was expecting a package to be delivered to me from my mom which includes school supplies and my schedule and all those kinds of things so that must be it when I heard the doorbell ring.
I rushed down the unfamiliar stairs and answered the door, smiling to the middle aged looking guy who held the package. He handed me a piece of paper to sign and then he was off after handing it to me.
I didn't miss the boy who I saw walking into his own apartment with his dog just down the hallway.
His butt looks really good in his jeans, just saying.
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"Yeah, I will do it," I said with a sigh as I fell onto the plush sofa behind me.
"I mean it Taylor, you keep that place clean."
"I will mom jeez. I'm not a kid anymore you know," I said with a small chuckle as I could practically see her rolling her eyes despite being on the phone with her.
"I know but to me you will always be," she said lovingly.
"Okay, okay mom enough. It's late and I'm exhausted."
"Okay my boy, sleep well."
"You too, love you mom," I said as I stood up to make my way to the kitchen for a glass of water.
"Love you too," she said then making a dramatic 'mwah' sound making me feel nostalgic.
I set the phone down on the counter, getting that glass of water. As I started to pour it I heard an odd scratching noise against my door.
"Bruno, get back here!" said a whisper shouting voice.
