You Take My Breath Away

Moving Out

I told my parents I was moving out. They were really upset to see me go on my own. But, they had a feeling I was gonna move out sooner or later. I wasn't moving in a house though. I didn't have the money to. So, I was just gonna move into a hotel. When the moving truck came, I placed all of my belongings into the truck and hugged my parents goodbye. I looked at the house for one more time. This was my final look at my childhood home. I was crying. It's not easy leaving home. It really isn't easy the first day.

I was dropped off at the hotel I was soon to be living at. The hotel is called Heaven-Made Hotel. It was a cute little funny name to me at first. But I think they called it that because it's "supposed" to feel like Heaven. It didn't bother me, I loved it. It was the only hotel that was close enough to my parents and Roger. So, you can't really blame me for picking this hotel, right ?

I walked into the hotel and was amazed to see the big open waiting room they had. Walls white like clouds, ceiling lights glowed like gold, carpet with beautiful patterns, etc. I knew I was gonna love this place. I went up to the front desk and asked if a room was open. The lady at the front desk said yes and said she'll have a worker bring me to it. I was excited. I don't know my room number or what floor it's on, but I'll know soon.

I was brought to my room, which was room 21B on floor 3. The worker opened the door for me, and I knew I would love it here. After checking out my room a little bit, I went back to the moving truck and brought all my belongings in my room. I had a feeling I wasn't gonna do this all by myself. So, I called Roger up and asked him to help me put up all my belongings in my new place. He agreed to and told me he was in his way.

I did hook up my TV, so I was watching it till Roger got here. Roger called me and asked which floor I was on, and what room I was in. I told him it, and we hung up. There was a knock at my door, which I answered and let Roger right in. We started putting up pictures, making the bed, putting in the couches in the spots I wanted them, etc.

After we were done, Roger asked if he can hang here for a few minutes. I said that was fine and we hung out on the couch. We were tired. It felt like it took forever to put everything in place. After a few minutes, Roger asked if I wanted to hang out with him. I obviously did. So, we left my apartment and went to his car. He drove me to the club where we did it. We had a few drinks, and started smoking outside the club. Roger then drove me to the beach and we watched the sunset.

After watching the sunset, he drove me back to my apartment and he left. I was pooped. I went straight to bed after I walked into my apartment. I woke up around 7 AM. I felt more tired than before. I started thinking about all the times Roger and I hung out. It made me upset after going out with him a lot, but he never asked me out. I started thinking; Maybe I can ask him to hang out again today. And maybe we can eat dinner somewhere. I hope he asks me out today. Because, now that I'm living on my own, he should have a great chance of asking me out to be his girlfriend.

I made myself some breakfast, and watched a little TV. After I was done, it was about 9 AM. I gave Roger a call, and asked if he wanted to hang out. He said yes, and said he'll be coming to my place to pick me up around 9:30 AM. Then, we hung up. I was excited, but also afraid that he won't ask me out today. After going to the beach yesterday, I thought he'd ask me out there. But, I hope he does today. If he doesn't, I will get mad and ask him out myself.

I feel like Roger's waiting for me to ask him out. But, I want him to. It was around 9:30 AM, and there was a knock at my door. I answered it, and it was Roger. We left my apartment and hung out at the same soccer field. I love hanging out at this soccer field. That's why we were here. This then slipped out of my mouth, "When was the last time you asked someone out ?" I swear, I wanted to punch myself in the face for saying that. That was not meant to come out.

He laughed, and said, "The last time I asked someone out was when I was 21." I was shocked that he actually answered that. I apologized to him for asking, but he said it was fine. He then made out with me for over 5 minutes this time. I was really enjoying it. Skipping us going out to lunch and dinner, he brought me home and said that I should consider myself lucky that I'm his favourite person to hang out with. After he said that to me, I felt butterflies in my stomach when he called me his favourite person to hang out with.