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52 ⚕︎Vicissitude ✍︎

Off Record
Chapter 52
⚕︎Vicissitude ✍︎
Ryder

vicissitude

[vi-sis-i-tood, -tyood]

noun

a change or variation occurring in the course of something

Beep. Beep. Beep. CLANK!

"Oh noooooooooooo." I whine. I do this every morning. My alarm goes off and I somehow manage to half-consciously throw it on the floor. I grab at my phone and pull in under the covers with me, moving my hair so that the strands that have escaped my bun aren't sitting against my neck.

I gasp when I see the date. Today's the day! I giggle, glad I live alone. Today, Xander is going to show me his house and then afterwards we'll be going on a surprise date. I'm not entirely sure what he has in mind, but after our talk with Levi (and our reiteration of the talk later on, without Levi), I'm confident that it'll be something fantastic and possibly have something to do with the fact that I'm moving in with him.

I'm moving in with him.

God, that sounds insane. I've never lived with someone before, especially not someone I liked as much as I like Xander. What if he hates my living habits and orders me to change my entire lifestyle?! That'd be a nightmare, but I'd do it for him. Jesus, I'd do anything for that man, all he has to do is shake his ass.

I roll out of bed, my feet hitting the floor then promptly slipping out from under me. This causes me to fall, but I'm quite accustomed to the feeling. This happens all too often.

I pad over to my closet and rummage through my clothes. Something casual but also not... atrocious. I pull out a pair of particularly flattering skinny jeans along with a red shirt and boxers. I grab a black scarf as well (purely for the fact that it's nice to accessorize and definitely not because I love it when Xander pulls me by it) and walk into the bathroom.

I go about my usual morning routine of a piss, a shower, and my array of skin care products.

Up? Or down? I ponder, playing with my hair in the mirror. I decide up for now, if Xander wants he can always take it down, and I curl the locks up into a messy bun.

I grab my phone and keys and make my way out of my apartment and down the parking garage.

-

Xander's house is breathtaking. With high ceilings, well placed pillars, mocha oak flooring, light beige walls with colored accent walls, crown molding and fancy floorboards. The door just to get in even looks fancy and the open floor plan is to die for. The kitchen has concrete countertops that are to die for, a bar coming off the kitchen and into the living area where there's an eighty inch television and cinema grade surround sound. The kitchen has a huge gas stove that any cook would kill for and a fridge with an ice maker that I want to look in. The couches are a black leather and look like they've never been sat on and the dining room is grand, with a sliding door to section it off if one were to so please. The backsplash in the kitchen even makes a reappearance in the bathrooms where it's completely beach themed and perfect, a waterfall shower and a huge tub for relaxing in, vanilla candles sat along the edge. The bedrooms are all cute and cozy, yet lavish at the same time, perfectly vacuumed carpeting that looks soft enough to sleep on, but the master bedroom is definitely what catches my eye. With a bed that looks like it's from a regal lovers' suite, two walk in closets, and even nicer bathroom that leads onto a balcony with a private jacuzzi, and well placed decor, I know that I can definitely live here.