when we collided [e.s.]

One

"Can you believe this is actually happening?" Cassie squeals with excitement, rolling her suitcase behind her. "Cass, you need to calm down," I chuckle, re adjusting my backpack and rolling my own suitcase along behind me and in to the elevator. I turn over my hand and try to make out my own scribbling for the floor number. I make out 15. I'll admit, I am really excited to finally be getting my own apartment, well, with a roomate. But it definitely still counts. The floor numbers ding as we get higher and higher, and then finally it settles on level 15. "Oh my god this is insane!" Cassie screams as the elevator doors open. "What room number?" She says, hungry to unload the one small uhaul truck we brought along with us and settle in. "Um," I say, my eyes moving back to the inside of my hand. "Room 3B," I conclude after lots of intense squinting to make out both a letter and a number. We come to a plain white door, much like the rest of the apartment doors on this floor. That will have to change soon. "Here it is," she says, her hands running over the door as if it were some sort of portal straight to Channing Tatum or something. "We'll get a copy of this tommorow," I say, handing her the key to the apartment. She bites her lip to keep herself from screaming again and slowly turns the key in the lock. The door unlocks and she pushes it open. "It's beautiful," she says in awe. "Cassie, you need to take a seat," I smile, putting my bags and suitcase down against the wall. "It's a little small, but it will do. Once we get everything inside it will seem more like a home," she says, her excitement diminishing a little. I dont know what she was expecting. There were pictures and measurements online that I told her to take a look at. Knowing Cassie, she probably didn't. "Let's get the couch first. They said they dropped the beds off last night," Cassie says, already out the door. "Where?" I ask, following her out. "In the bedroom I guess. Wherever that is," she smiles. We re enter the elevator and sweep the levels until we hit the bottom. "Okay, couch first and then the boxes. There are 14 in all," Cassie says. She says some more but I tune the rest out. "I even brought the TV from my bedroom so I was thinking-" She stops talking when she sees a brunette leaning against our uhaul truck. "I was hoping this belonged to a beautiful girl," he says in an adorable british accent. Cassie says nothing but her eyes glitter with intrigue. "Do you need some help bringing boxes in?" He asks genuinely. "Actually, that would rock," I say, glad to have the extra help. "American," he concludes with a grin, glancing at Cassie now and then. "Two Americans who would be happy to accept your kind offer," I say, pulling up the door to the truck and stepping inside to grab two boxes. "Cass, you and..." I say, now realizing I don't even know this guy's name. "Andrew," he smiles. "You two get the couch. I'll handle the boxes," I say, intentionally trying to drive them together. "Sounds good to me," Cassie says with a grin. Andrew jumps into the truck and gives Cassie his hand to help her up too, even though it's only like a foot off the ground. As i'm walking into the elevator I hear Andrew use a shitty pickup line and giggle.

"Looking good," I smile, examining the apartment and all of our hard work, along with Andrew's help. Cass claims he's our hero. "Didn't I tell you with furniture it would look so much better Audrey?" She says, sitting on the couch placed infront of the televison set Cassie brought along with her. "Actually, You said-" "Yeah, Audrey, lighten up," Andrew agrees. I sigh heavily, annoyed, but decide to just let it go. "So, dinner?" I propose, leaning against the wall awkwardly. "That's right, we'll need to make a grocery run soon," She concludes. I watch her eyes make a mental note. "We also need oyster cards for the metro thingy, since we kind of spent all our car savings," she chuckles. I'm glad she's amused by that. "You know what, I think i'm just going to head to bed. I'm beat and we've been unloading and organizing all day," I say, combing my fingers through my deep brown hair. "Okay. Tommorow we shop," she smiles. "Mhmm," I smile back, falsly agreeing. I stumble into a room with two beds on opposite sides of the room. Thing is we haven't really done anything in here yet, so I don't know which bed is mine. I decide on the one with the outlet next to the bed, for obvious reasons. I plug my charger in to the wall and practically jam it in to my phone because it might be broken and I have to shove it in to make it work. Then I put my headphones on, turn on Birdy, and fall asleep almost instantly.