"Angele? Which room are you in?" I called out, making my way through several piles of cluttered objects that were currently taking over my living room, that were clearly waiting to be boxed up.
"Bedroom!" I heard, and I tiptoed through our apartment, finding her sat on her bed, surrounded by cardboard boxes with messy writing on them.
"You look busy," I laughed, earning a small smile from her too.
"I left it last minute, and now I'm panicking. What if it's not done by Thursday?"
"Hey, no need to panic. Mum's not going to leave without you. Worst case scenario she stays here overnight if you're not done. No worries," I reassured her, and I could visibly see her calm down, and feeling less stressed.
"I'm sorry I said it was just about you spending too much time with Simon. It wasn't fair of me, and it's not entirely true. I just miss Mum, and of course I'm going to miss you too, it's just - I'm not even sure how to explain it," she sighed dejectedly, looking at me to see how I would respond.
"I'm sorry too, for making it awkward last night. I was frustrated, and honestly just scared about you not being here. It's going to be weird, but I'm a firm believer of putting your own happiness and needs before others, and I'm glad you've done just that."
We shared a quick hug, before pulling back. "Are you keeping this apartment?" She asked, chucking some books into a box.
"I am not," I replied, taking the books out of the box and neatly placing them back inside, giving Angele a pointed look.
"What? Where the hell are you going?"
"I'm moving into the house. Not with Simon, I've got my own bedroom and everything. It'll be weird, but he's saving me so much hassle, and it just seems easier. Plus, it saves me having to go through the whole looking for a new place drama."
"So you're packing up too?"
"I am packing up too. I'll leave you to it - I need to make a start on my own stuff," I said, giving her a smile as I left her room. There were some spare boxes in the laundry room, and I was quite productive when it came to things like this, so I knew it wouldn't take me too long. Without any distractions, that is.
Little over half an hour of sorting, my phone started buzzing. Simon was calling.
"Hey, what's up?" I greeted, raising my shoulder to hold my phone against my ear.
"Nothing," I heard him reply on the phone. "Just missed you I guess."
"That's sweet, but I'm busy packing stuff up. You're welcome to come by and help if you want?" I suggested, excitement flowing through me when he said he'd be here in twenty minutes. We exchanged our goodbyes and I got back to packing up my things. I started off with my clothes, folding them up neatly and managing to fit them all into three boxes. I decided it would probably be best if I waited for Simon to get here before dismantling my computer set up, instead going into the living room and packing up all of our decorations.
I would be selling most of the furniture, it was all being collected after I moved out, but I was taking my sofa and my desk with me to the house. I had tried to take apart the couch but it was too difficult and I had given up. Something else for Simon to help me with.
Speaking of, there was a knock at the door revealing Simon, looking very...energetic?
"You look like you could run a four hundred metres race, what's up with you?" I chuckle, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Just feeling good. Ready to help you pack up, let's get started, what needs doing first?"
"I - right, yeah. I need help with the sofa and the desk stuff. That would be great," I say in disbelief, but certainly glad that he makes up in the energy I seem to lack.
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selfish | salia
Fanfiction"I- hi! Sorry, I was expecting Sophie," I explained, feeling my face turn a shade of red in front of this ridiculously handsome boy at the door. "Well, hi mysterious girl. I'm Simon, Sophie's brother," he explained, holding his hand out for me to s...