City Gurl

Chapter Five

I look around the lobby of the apartment. It is old and crummy, just like the outside. I sigh, and wonder how I'm going to survive the rest of my years as a teen in this place.

The lobby is painted red and the front desk has peeling paint on it. Behind it sits an old man with whitish grayish hair. He looks really bored and is reading a Seventeen magazine. I giggle softly.

In a corner there is a large red couch and a few armchairs. A potted plant sits next to them. Next to the front desk is a door that says BAR. I assume that's the apartment bar. Keith will love it.

I see a staircase and get ready to walk up it. Then I realize that I don't know the room number. I also realize there is not an elevator. Oh my gosh, THEY DONT HAVE AN ELEVATOR!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?

I take a few deep breaths. I know I'm overreacting, but I hated tall places without elevators, for some reason.

I cautiously step over to the old man with the magazine. "Umm, excuse me?" I ask quietly.

The old guy puts down his magazine and looks at me funny. "How may I help you?"

"Yeah, uh, where is the room that Thorn is supposed to be staying in?" I say.

"Thorn? Hmm, lemme check..." The guy takes out a book and scrolls through to the T section. "Thorn is Room 208."

I groan inwardly. That definitely not on Floor One.

"Soo, umm, what floor is that, please?" I say.

"Floor Four, I think," the oldie answers. "I'm not so sure. You'd be better asking Harry."

"Who?!"

"Harry. Him." The guy jerks his head towards outside.

My stomach lurches. HIM? The hottie luggage dude?!?!?!?!?!? Uh, no way I'm gonna talk to him!

"Well, um, actually, I can probably find it myself," I stammer. "But thanks anyway."

The oldie shrugs and smiles. "Ok then," he says cheerfully. "And by the way, I'm Bernie."

I grin and walk to the staircase. I had made a new friend I this crazy city! Even though he was only an old dude. Oh well, it was someone! Right!?!

As I trudge up the circular staircase, I think about this Harry guy. I really want to meet him. I don't have a crush on him or anything, he just seems cute.

I walk up all the way to the fourth floor and pray that it is it so I don't have to walk up more. I had checked the other floors, hoping that 208 would be there, but no.

I walk to the end of the hallway. 199, 200, 201, 202, 203, 205, 206, 207. What the fuck!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Oh my GOD.

I feel like screaming as I jog up one more flight of stairs. Sure enough, 208 is right there. "Ugh," I say.

I knock on the door and it is opened by Mom. "Evelyn, honey!" She exclaims. "You finally came!"

I smile and say, "I met a guy named Bernie downstairs; he's the front desk person."

Mom smiles sweetly. "I'm glad to see you're making friends."

"Mom! He's an oldie! He doesn't count."

"Don't say that!''

I walk past her and into the apartment. I close my eyes. What will it be like? Oh please, oh please God, make it nice! Then I open my eyes.

I gasp, taken aback. My God, it was nice.

"Wha..?" I ask, confused. This room is actually nice!

"Well what did you expect? A crappy shithole?" Mom asks playfully.

Yes, yes I did.

But this isn't bad at all! The main room, the living room, is nice and roomy, like our old one, just a tiny bit smaller. Next to that is the kitchen, a bit small, though. It isn't at all bad. It has a nice sink and some cabinets.

There is an awesomely large bathroom with a sink and a toilet. A shiny bathtub sits next to it.

There is a big room that is the dining room. Nothing is in there.

And finally, there are four rooms, the bedrooms. A big one is the master bedroom, the second biggest is Keith's, the third biggest is mine, and the last one will be the guest room. I'm not even pissed about Keith getting a bigger bedroom because mine is decently large too.

The movers come soon, and we put in the necessary stuff like beds. I instruct one mover to put my bed where I want it in my room. I put other things too: my dressing table, my closet, my lamp, my desk, my bedside table, and my bookshelf.

The rest is in boxes. I start unpacking right away. All my clothes I sort into my closet, put my makeup and brushes and perfume and nail polish on my dressing table. I put the pillows, sheets, and blanket on my bed. I put up all my One Direction posters, pictures of me, my One Direction calendar, and achievements from school on my walls. I sort all my books in alphabetical order on my bookshelf. I plug in my pink nightlight (don't judge me). I take out my only stuffed toy. She is a white rabbit named Lucy. I put her on my bed.

After all this is done, I throw the empty boxes into the hallway and scream at Keith to bring them out with his boxes.

I unpack all my other stuff and throw more boxes out into the hall. When I'm done, I go and see what the rest of my family is doing. They are unpacking as well.

"Hey, Mom," I say as I walk into the living room where she is directing movers. "What's up?"

Mom smiles tiredly. "Not much," she answers. "Just unpacking."

I watch as she orders the movers around some more. They all obey her like obedient puppies.

My mother is one of the more prettier people on the earth. Everybody knows that. She has naturally wavy blonde hair, which Keith got (I've always been mad about that.), bright green eyes, a straight nose, and full lips. She is slender and has a perky butt. Her legs are perfectly toned.

My dad, on the other hand, has short brown hair, brown eyes, and a muscular body. Keith is a spitting picture of my dad with blonde hair.

"You! Put that couch over there! And you! The chair to the corner!" Mom barks loudly. I smile proudly. I did love my Mom.

My mom notices I'm still here and looks shocked. "Sweetie! I thought you left!" She says. "Go to bed, dear, it's getting late. Are you all unpacked?"

"Yep."

"Alright, then, good night, sweetheart. I'll take care of the rest of the stuff."

I grin at her. "Nighty night, Mom,"

"Good night, Evelyn. Hey, you! The piano goes over there, not there! That's no place to put a piano!"

I giggle as the mover guy stares at Mom with puppy dog eyes wistfully. I want to tell him, "Yo, dude! She's already married! Now move on!" But I don't, obviously.

I trot off to my new bedroom. I get lost and go into Keith's room instead. He is talking to his girlfriend, Holly. "I love you too, babe," he whispers. I widen my eyes and sneak out, heading to my room. This place is so confusing!

I get dressed into my PJs and climb into my bed. Thank goodness it's my real bed. I hate sleeping in other beds.

I try to go to sleep, but it doesn't come. It didn't occur to me that this city was loud at night, also. The night is full of noises! And my mom yelling is not helping.

I moan and shove my face into my pillow. Holy shit, how was. Ever going to sleep?!

After many hours of loud noises and One Direction songs, my mind finally drifts off to sleep.

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Ugh! This was a long chappie! I have a neck cramp. Well did you like it? She didn't talk to Harry yet, but she will! VOTE AND COMMENT!!!!!!

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