“Hello?” I said into the phone, still cleaning while I talked.
School had just ended yesterday. It’s time for summer and on August 9, 2007, I will be returning to UCLA as a junior. But as of this Saturday morning, I am cleaning my dorm and preparing to move out.
We can stay I our dorms all four years. We don’t have to switch out every year. I bought my own apartment nearby and I’m preparing for a month trip back home in Chicago. I leave Sunday night.
“Will you be busy around seven?”
I stopped moving around and looked at my digital, black clock that sat on my nick stand. It was twelve right now and I would need another hour to finish cleaning and only God knows how long to pack.
“I dunno,” I said sighing. “Why?”
“Because I’d like to take you out.”
“Jay…” I whined into the phone
“Naomi, please,” He begged, sighing deeply. “I’ve given you space since we broke up in high school as juniors. I’ve given you space since we’ve been here and here we are, about to be juniors in college. That’s four years. Naomi, please. I’m not asking to be your boyfriend or to marry you; I just want to take you out.”
Funny thing is that with a little hesitation and slow graduated measures, if he asked me to be his girl or even to marry him, I would say yes.
“Alright, seven right?”
“Yeah, it’s a date.” And with that he hung out. I could tell he was smiling. On the lowest key of them all, I actually am too.
I stopped cleaning and decided to just pack. It will be probably be easier to clean once everything is packed up, anyway. Why are you cleaning a dorm you’re about to move out of? Um, so that whoever has it when I leave can at least is satisfied. Who wants to move into a dirty room? Not that it was ever dirty; I’m just trying to make everything spiffy.
I’ve got to be ready by seven. I need an hour and a half to get ready, leaving me with five and half hours to pack. That should definitely be enough.
I walked over to my dresser and picked out tonight’s and tomorrow’s outfit, along with pajamas and needed underwear. I sat it to the side to make sure I don’t pack it. Everything else would be folded and put into my 3 suitcases (blue, purple, and green, of course).
My perfumes, lotions, and such will be put in card board boxes. Around three today, Chresanto is coming to pick everything and take it out to my apartment to the small price of $500. No biggie at all.
At four o’clock I was done packing all of my clothes, including the clothes in my closet. I’m glad I did laundry yesterday night. Now all I have to do is pack my knick knacks and Chresanto will be here to get everything and take it over to the apartment.
Packing my knick knacks didn’t take long either. I was done by five. And that included packing my silver ware, TV, perfumes, lotions, hair shit, and etc.
Now that I’m done packing everything up, I can clean, but I’ll do that tomorrow. I need a nap, but the question is, where will I sleep? My bed and couch and up and ready to be picked up. Speaking of which…
“Hey, Chres!” I said opening my door.
“Hey, kid. Everything ready to go?” Chres asked stepping in.
“Yup,” I said leading him to my living room where everything was.
“Well, my guys that are helping aren’t here yet. So, you mind if I sit around?”
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Soldier of Love
Fanfiction"I look into his eyes and I can see that he's realized he's done wrong. He always does wrong, but this time he knows he's in for it big time. The greatest understanding he's come to know is there's no turning back. What's done is done. But behind al...
