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Mundy has been your friend since you arrived in the town. If you even call it that. It's more like a village with how small the population is. You guys met at the small bar, now he likes to drive in once a week to drink with you.
He's helped you unpack boxes and set up tables. You've taken road trips and gone star gazing, making wishes on shooting stars and drinking wine. You've both gone camping and have had midnight snacks. There is a light in the fridge for a reason.
This week you've finally bought your first house and are finally moving out of your apartment. you and him have been talking about this for a long time, he's been teasing you about it.
Today is the day he comes into town, every Wednesday, since you have it off, you've been so excited, because he's meeting you at your apartment. You're going to surprise him with a you're gonna help me move my bed to my house.
You were sitting on the last piece of furniture in your apartment, your bed, when you hear a knock on your door. Jumping up with excitement you jump off your bed and fly to your door. Opening it before the third knock.
"Whoa Sheila, that was fast." He steps in and looks around. "Um, care to tell me whoat's happened?"
"You are going to help me move my bed."
"Where too?" He eyed you with suspicion.
"My new house!" You squeal and jump up and down excitedly. "I did it Mick! I did it!"
"I don't believe you."
"That's fine, help me take my bed apart."
Together the two of you get your bed taken apart and put in his camper van. You then lead him to your new house.
"Here we are, home sweet home." You say stepping out of your car.
"Wow Sheila, you really did it. Come here you little rascal." He picks you up and spins you around a couple times before setting you down. You wobble around for a second trying to find your balance. Mundy lets out a belly laugh. "Did oi make ya dizzy love?"
"Maybe." You say shaking your head.
Together to two of you reassembled you bedroom. He set up your dress and you put clothes in it while he worked on your bed. Soon the sun had set and you had your room all done.
"Come here you short rascal."
You let out a large groan. "Mickey, you know I hate being called short."
"And you know oi hate being coalled Mickey. Yet here we are."
"I don't know why you don't like being called Mickey it suits you really well."
"And you short, because you are."
"Hey now." You warn.
"Whoat you gonna do shorty?"
"Mick."
"Shorty."
