I could be your therapist

Ch. 1

Tovi's POV

I looked up at the tall house in front of me. It had two floors to it. I had visited this place a couple of months ago and fell in love immediately. This house is what my mother and I needed. I lived with my grandma before this. But to be honest, grandma had a small house and there were only two beds and one bathroom. I had to sleep on the couch a couple of times. The couch wasn't bad, but waking up to my nephews and nieces jumping on me at six in the morning everyday kinda sucked.

I had a backpack that was filled with my electronics that ranged from my Z-Cube and it's cords and games to my laptop. My suitcase was upright next to me. I had all my clothes in it, plus a couple of books I've already read. I never really needed a whole lot to entertain me as a kid. My imagination was too wild sometimes. Give me a stick and next thing you know I'm coming up with spells to transform a chair into a puppy that I would've named Marlow.

I walked inside my new home. As I walk in I was met with the living room openly in front of me. I knew what my mom's layout was going to be. The L-shaped couch would be near the window right across from me. The shorter part with its back from the door. The Tv and glass coffee table would sit in front of the couch. A small stool with a plant displayed on top would be in the corner. The white rug would cover most of the ground that the couch is on. A rectangle maroon, almost brown rug would be in front of the door, making it look like a walkway.

Next to the living room is the kitchen. It was open, meaning there weren't any doors or walls that connected the two rooms. The grey themed kitchen was small but it had all it needed. The counter was long with one side of the wall. A bit more of the counter connected a bit longer on each side. It was almost U-shaped but shorter. At the ends of it, one side a guy plugged in the fridge while the opposite side a guy put an oven in its place. I could see where all the appliances would go. I could see myself pulling out my favorite cereal on the top shelf by the oven. I knew the perfect place to put the dishes. The utensils would go in the only drawer that opened in the counter.

"I know that look on your face, Tovi! Leave some decorating for me, too!" Arms wrapped around my shoulders. That's my mom. She's been with me since I was born. No matter what the situation was, she was by my side. She works as an interior designer. It's her dream to work on homes, they are the most important thing to her. Growing up, she barely had anything for a home, being an orphan and all. But when she turned 12 her mother, my grandma, adopted her. She met my dad and moved to Arizona and had me. As I grew up with her she taught me a few things on furniture. We were the furniture geek duo, is what my father had called us.

I laughed. "Well, you better find another spot, I've got this floor handled already," I teased. My mom put her hand against her chest and leaned against me dramatically. "How could you do this to me? My own son!" She wailed before letting out a laugh. I laughed along with her, finding her antics hilarious. By this time the workers had just finished putting everything inside. They asked my mom for a signature and left.

When the door shut, mom looked at me with a smirk. "Whoever finishes their room first gets to start decorating down here!" She shouts, playfully, and runs up the spiral stairwell. I run after her immediately. "No fair! You have all your stuff in your room!"

Upstairs was met by a long hallway as soon as you hit the top step. Straight ahead was the bathroom. To the right, my mom had opened the door to her and ran inside. My room was right across from hers, to my left. We had chosen which rooms would be whos when we first saw the place. Mom chooses the bigger room while I choose the smaller ones with the balcony.

I opened my door and was met with a square room. My mattress and its frame were on one side while my dresser was on another. All of my stuff was already here, I just had to put all of my stuff up and reassemble my bed. I walk over to my dresser and laid my suitcase and backpack next to it. I pull out my phone from my back pocket and open it up to my music. I pressed the shuffle button, turned off my phone and laid it on the dresser. I turn to my room and put my hands on my hips. I take a quick glance and got to work.