Here's To Us [Shourtney]

17. Excuse me, you need to apologize!

Hey, hey! What's up, friendos?

The angst ends today, so prepare some juice? Honestly, how do we celebrate the end of angst? But anyway, yeah. THE ANGST IS OVER. *confetti maybe idk*

WARNING: This one ends in a cliffhanger. Next chapter will be published on Tuesday midnight, Philippine standard time.

Also, I absolutely loved "Pay Me To Sleep," and I'm so psyched it's on Spotify! Honestly, watching how they make songs was not only satisfying but also really exciting! I hope they make more songs soon.

Anyway, let's begin with Shayne's POV and seeeeeeee yaaaaaaa!

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"That's the last box," Courtney says, pointing to a box on top of the coffee table. "And basically we're done."

We both look at my apartment from the doorframe. It's almost the same way as it was ten months ago, except that the sink area had more shelves, the walls had more picture frames in them, and the place looked generally cleaner. It is also soulless now, as so many of Courtney's stuff took up so much space that it gave the apartment the life it needed. Her moving away basically took the life out of it.

"Well, you ready?" I ask her, holding a couple of boxes in my arms.

"Yeah," she answers, putting her hand on the doorframe and smiling sadly at the place. "Bye, apartment. I'll miss you so much."

Since I had to help Courtney move in before we went to the Smosh New Year's Party, we had to take my car, because hers was already in her new complex. The apartment was a bit far from mine, but it was not too far from Mythical, which was Damien's good criterion for choosing apartments. I wasn't too familiar with the area, so as we drove to it, I took every bottleneck we could get into just to spend more time with Courtney.

"It's traffic everywhere, gosh," she grumbles, looking outside the window. "Even on New Year's Eve, LA stays busy. Speaking of New Year, do you have like, resolutions or something?"

"Honestly, nah," I answer. "I think I'm doing pretty fine to have a resolution."

"Yeah, even though you're turning 30 next year?"

"Mhm," I mumble. "You?"

"I dunno, man," she replies, leaning against her seat. "Probably get married, you know, for real this time. This whole thing going on got me thinking that I seem kinda ready for it. I just don't know if there'll be someone who'll actually come into my life in less than a year and convince me to get married without knowing them for more than a year. You get it?"

"Yeah, I get it," I say, gazing at the ring still on her hand. "Totally."

When we arrive at Courtney's new apartment in an hour, I walk around the place after putting the boxes on the floor. It's almost more beautiful than how Courtney sent on video. The glass panels reflect the light into the entirety of the room, but not to the point that it seemed like burning. Most of the furniture seems to have been moved in probably yesterday, so we just place everything else in their right places. The picture frames go up on a wall centered by a painting Courtney had commissioned from my cousin. I place the dream catcher above her huge bed, and after doing so, I lie down on it.

"Wow, you beat me to sleeping on my own bed," she remarks upon entering the room, laughing. "It's a nice mattress though, right?"

"Yeah, can we skip the party and just straight up sleep here for the rest of 2021?"

"As much as I'd love to do that," she says as she lies down next to me, her arms almost hitting my face, "we can't. Big year, Shayne. I hope you finally score a big movie role."