Chance ~ Chris Evans

33. Looking for a house

Ever since Chris and I agreed I was going back to college we visited almost every university in New York, hoping we would find the ideal university for me. When we were getting ready for the last university Chris hoped the university was everything I wanted. I had to admit, I wasn't the easiest person when it came to school or college. I had to feel good at school, I had to feel like I could be myself, not someone everyone else wanted me to be. The last university we visited was the best we had seen, we immediately registered me there after we got all the info. Chris paid my bills, he told me he wanted to do that for me. I would thank him later for that.

We got home, content and happy we finally found an university I liked. Chris and I had agreed over the last few weeks that we would look for a house, not that it was needed but we both wanted to move since the apartment was getting a little bit small for the three of us (Chris, Dodger and I).

Chris had made an appointment to look at some houses in New York, rather close to my new university.

"Are you ready for this?" Chris asked me as I put on my shoes again after we came home for lunch.

"To look at houses and tell you wether I like it or not? Yeah, I think I can handle it," I smiled at him, Chris hold out his hand for me to take. We drove to the first house with the real estate agent. The house was rather modern, it wasn't the biggest, not that we needed that but the floor and ceiling were often painted in dark colors, which made it look a lot smaller than it actually was. The agent let us alone for a moment so we could discuss.

"What do you think?" I asked Chris as I looked at him, he was still looking at the garden.

"I don't really like it, it's too modern for me plus the garden is really small," Chris told me.

"I don't like the style of this house either, the colors are too dark," I told him, he smiled at me.

"Let's go see the next one," Chris said to me as he pulled me with him.

We drove for another 20 minutes before we arrived at the second house. This house was a bit older, the style was more of a house built in the 2000's. A bit older, but more my style. It was bigger too, probably a villa since it had several bedrooms and bathrooms. The colors used in the house were light, which made it open and look big. The garden was big and had a pool. Again, after the tour, the agent left us alone to discuss.

"I like this one," I confessed at Chris, he looked down at me when he took my hand again.

"Me too, the garden is big, the style is perfect for us, I can almost see our furniture here," Chris told me, I smiled at him.

"I can see us live here too," I told him.

"Let's go see the last house, although I don't think it can live up to this," Chris whispered the last part in my ear. I nodded at him.

The last house was another 30 minutes away. The last one was more like a castle than a villa, it almost looked like the president lived in it, although it wasn't white at all. Dark colors, too much space in between the rooms. Too many rooms to decorate, long story short: not our taste at all!

"I think it's decided," Chris told the agent while he glanced at me.

"The second house," I smiled, the agent looked at the two of us before he walked us back to the car to explain all the details.

Chris and I had to wait several weeks before we got the key to our new house, the moment we got the key Chris started calling around, asking as many people possible to help us move into our new house.

The next day several people were waiting at our apartment, ready to help us. Chris and I had already agreed on the colours for our house, so only one of us would have to buy them while the other one would be moving our furniture already. We both decided I would get the paint while Chris would be moving the heavy stuff like the bed already. Chris gave me his car keys again before he warned me not to get in an accident.

"Be careful! I don't want to lose you just yet," Chris told me, I smiled at him before I playfully hit his shoulder.

"I know how to drive silly!" I told him.

"We are really buying you your own car when we are moved in," Chris whispered more to himself than to me.

"No way, the house was expensive enough already," I told him before I pecked his lips and drove to the shop.

Once I had bought the paint I drove towards our new home, hoping Chris would be there since he had our key. When I arrived I saw Sebby and Chris moving our bed into the house.

"Finally! Mila is already in the bedroom, waiting for you to get here with the paint!" Sebby exclaimed before he grunted under the weight of the bed.

"Wait, who is Mila?"