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*what happend before*
When I finally finished unpacking everything- from the kitchen to the bathrooms, I sat down on the floor. Since we still didn't had couches or even a TV.
When I heard the doorbell rang I stood up and wondered who it would be. I opened the door to meet a familiar face. I was truly shocked. And I saw I wasn't the only one.
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"Uh." I said breaking the silence, "what brings you to California?" I mumbled.
He shrugged rubbing the back of his neck, it was over 6 months later, and I never sended him a message or called. So it's pretty awkward to see him again, probably because we can't go back to our old relationship, if you haven't guessed yet. Say hi to Jordan! And in these 6 months he didn't become uglier. Let's say, the sun sure didn't do anything bad to him. But oh well he also doesn't know about me and Jack, so I better try to keep a distance..
"I stay here for 5 years." He finally said. I raised an eyebrow. "Why?" I asked.
He shrugged again, "My father is busy, and let me stay here since your dad does too."
My mouth made an 'O'-shape. "Makes sense I guess." I laughed a little.
"What are you doing here anyway?" He questioned.
"I live her." I said nonchalanty, while on the inside I was jumping up and down and would be squealing. "Oh?"
"Yea, I moved here, I just finised packing."
He nodded, "well just wanted to look who my new neighbor was, and I already know you so.. I'm going." He saluted me and walked off our driveway.
"Hey Jordan." I said leaning against the door frame. He turned around, raising a questionable eyebrow, "Sorry I didn't text you whatsoever."
He gave me a small smile, "we're all busy aren't we?" I nodded, and waved him goodbye.
I closed the door again. And walked around again, didn't do anything special, just did those things you do when you get something new, making sure it's cleaner than ever and everything is looking per-fect. So now, I'm officially bored, so let's text Krissy.
When are you coming? And I hit the send button. I waited awhile when my phone screen lit up.
Almost there! :)
I smiled and locked my phone. I walked to the front door and opened it, waiting for Krissy to show up. When I saw a small grey car drive on our drive way I was suprised by the white trucks following her.
"Put everything inside!" She shouted to the men in the trucks, creepy though.
"Uh..." Krissy turned around and smiled. "Furniture!" She exclaimed. I never knew you could say that word that excited. I let out a chuckle. "Okay."
She gave me a small nod and followed the men inside and pointed at where to put everything. The dark red couch matches our fireplace, all the furniture looked old, or how I like to call it, vintage. A table followed fast after the couch and they put it down close to the kitchen. Everything matched. And later the couch was filled with pillows, blankets and carpets on the floor. A fluffy carpet. We got a huge TV and also a nice book shelf. Made me look smart. Not that I wasn't but let's say, I have my blonde moments. No offence to all the blondes out there. Just saying stereotypes. It gave me the Hannah Montana living room feeling. Ah the nostalgie. A smile crept on my lips as the house finally becoming a place to call home. After I saw the living room was filled up, it was my turn to start hanging all the picture frames on the wall. It was mostly me & Krissy or me & my friends back in Belgium. Or with Cameron and the others. I nodded. I was happy with what I saw, just thinking that this morning it was all white and blank. When I helped the others with placing the other furnite, we were all done around 9pm. So they left after Krissy gave them their money.
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