I was sat on the sofa, watching Alan Carr chatty man; the only thing on right now and I don't think prostitute adverts will really float my boat.
It was late and I couldn't sleep. Many thoughts were running through my head. How long will it take to get everything in place? will I be safe? How long will it be until I get my Internet working? Surely the worst one I thought of.
All these thoughts were attacking me each time I closed my eyes. I was exited of course, I was just worried. But right now all I wanted to do was sleep.
Dan and Phil had allowed Jess to sleep in the nerd room so we could get up early to get the key. Another question ran through my head. Who will I give a house key to? Back door front door? I just wanted to relax and forget all these worries. Was it normal to be worrying this much?
Interrupting my thoughts, Phil walked in.
"Erin? what are you doing up this late" he questions, rubbing his eyes.
"Too many questions going through my head right now, I needed to get my mind off it" I say staring at the TV screen.
"Tea?" he asks taking the milk out of the fridge.
"Love one thanks" I sigh and lean my head back on the sofa. When Phil came over, he handed me my tea.
"So why are you worrying?" he asks as we both take a relaxing sip of our tea.
"It's just a new thing for me, I'm not sure what to do" I say leaning my head on his shoulder.
"It's normal to be worried, when I first moved out I was scared poopless, but it's ok, unless you have a gut feeling that you shouldn't" he strokes my hair in a friendly manor and I reply with a simple smile.
All I remember after that was finally sleeping a dreamless sleep.
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I woke up stiff and achy. This was definitely not good for my bones. I looked around the living room, I had probably fallen asleep on the sofa. A blanket was draped over me and the TV was no longer on.
Picking up my phone, I read the time. 8:23. I should probably get up. Stretching my arms, I climbed off the sofa and took the rest of my cold tea from last night and poured it down the sink. I watched as the cold beverage swirled around the plug, mimicking the swirling feeling of my thoughts and mind.
My trance of comparing my mind to cold tea was interrupted as jess walked into the living room, and flopped into the sofa face first.
"Tired?" I question sarcastically.
"No I'm wide awake" she muffles into the pillow. "how come were up so early?"
"I want to get an early start on the house" I state simply as I take a granola bar from the cupboard for me and jess.
"Granola bar?" I ask her.
"Ok" with that our limp conversation closed and we fell into silence for my mind to annoy me and send those thoughts through my head once again.
"Good morning everyone!" phil chirps as he skips to the kitchen.
Both me and jess mumble a good morning, phil just rolls his eyes at our lame greeting.
"Where are all the granola bars?" he questions. Turning around I point to both of mine and jess' stomachs.
"Piggies" he walks to the sofa, between me and jess "you exited?" I look at him and nod weakly.
"I'm just scared, I want to do it I really do, I'm just going to get so lonely, it's meant to be a house for a family of at least 4"
"You could find a roommate, or you could sell it and get a flat?"
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Cliché (Dan Howell/Danisnotonfire)
Fanfiction1 guy, 1 girl. Both addicted to the internet, and both incredibly socially awkward. When you put them together - pretty much a perfect match But what neither Erin or Dan took into account was that not only did they like the idea of each other in mor...
