Patient

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Ryanne

Beep, Beep, Beep

Goes the U-Haul as I back it up the driveway, so the back is facing the front of the complex.

"Damn, I wish I could drive like you." Ash comments.

I give her a smug smile. "Some people call me Letty."

She rolls her eyes and chuckles.

Opening my side door, I jump down from the U-Haul ready to take all the junk out of the back of it. I take a deep breath wishing with all my heart this is a good ass decision. These are the times I wish my mother were here, to give me an encouraging hug, whispered words filled with pride.

I walk around the truck, opening the back, revealing boxes with all the crap I've ever owned and my mother's keep sakes and heirlooms.

I grab the two lightest boxes which are right in front of me and start walking to the entrance of a four story victorian looking house that is now apartment complexes. Mr. Marty meets me right at the door, his salt and pepper beard and mustache surrounding his cheeky grin.

"Miss Raegan, how you've been?"

"Good, my heart's still pumping, my lungs still working."

He chuckles a deep, throaty belly laugh. "Likewise."

Ashton reaches my side and accompanied by Mr. Marty we go up two stories until he opens the door to the left.

My new apartment.

It's very spacious and the price was perfect. As you enter you have a large window with a seat and plush cushions. To the sides of it, white, empty shelves that I plan to fill with books and pictures.

To my left is the rather small kitchen and the breakfast bar with three white stools. To my right where my black leather reclining couches will be in front of the only T.V invading my house. I guess a 60 inch one is enough. It's not like I watch a lot. To the far corner, beside the wall with shelves, my future glass desk and a nice wheeled chair will take residence. Right beside it the door to which my bedroom is behind and inside it a full spacious bathroom that also has an adjoining door that opens up to the living room also.

It's cozy and it already feels like home. My very own new home.

"This place is awesome, I can't wait for the house warming party." Ash says placing the two boxes she is carrying beside the open door inside.

I bluff. "And who will be attending? Brad, Carson and You? Badass party wouldn't it?" I say sarcastically.

"Hell yeah. It's not about quantity but quality."

"Just like it's not about size but movement? Biggest lie ever!"

She laughs and I join her.

Mr. Marty hands me the keys and tells me some information about the residents and how close they are. He informs me the walls are very thick so it's very hard for sound to permeate them, so there is no problem if I do, indeed, have a loud house warming party.

I shake his hand and head back outside with Ash to collect more boxes.

It takes us two hours to take 40 boxes up to my apartment. When We finish the last trip with the amount we can handle without the help of a man, I feel utterly exhausted and I'm pretty sure Ash is feeling the same way.

I snatch the bag with Hershey's drops an serve some on her hand then start munching on some myself. I am sweaty, my clothes sticking to my every curve, my auburn hair in a high ponytail. We both sit at the breakfast waiting for Carson's and Bradley's arrival so they can help with the bed, headboard, night tables and the vanity that used to belong to my mother and my grandmother. It's antique and I love it. I had to have it in my new home.