{joey tribbiani ff}
•book one•
Heather Bing moves to New York, hoping that her life will continue to be as perfect as it currently is. She has a comfortable place to live, friends to laugh with and a boyfriend that she truly loves.
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chapter one ~ the one with the new city Heather's POV
I had never imagined myself moving to New York in my early twenties, but here I am. I always wondered what it would be like to live in such a world-renowned place but was always too nervous to venture past what I knew. For the last three and a half years, I had lived in Michigan and that was where I felt comfortable; I had a nice apartment, a good job and a handsome boyfriend named Carl. I worked as the Personal Assistant to the CEO of a big finance company in the centre of the city but when my boyfriend received a promotion, I made the lifechanging decision of moving to New York with him. Working in the finance world wasn't something that I wanted to do and this was my chance to chase my own dreams. Therefore, I quit my job and now Carl and I were living in New York; the only thing I had to think about was pursuing my dreams and I was more than excited about doing it in such an amazing city. But your mood can really turn sour when things start to go wrong. Carl abandoned me in our new apartment, announcing that he had some paperwork to sign before he was able to start his new position and left me in the apartment, to unpack everything by myself. We hadn't brought much with us to the new place, but it felt like a lot when I was moving furniture and boxes around by myself. Luckily, I had labelled every box before we moved so that I knew where each one was supposed to go, otherwise I wouldn't have a clue where I was putting them and then I would be even more screwed.
My favourite room was the first one that anyone was going to see, as soon as you walked in there was a large living space with a kitchen next to the front door. It was painted a dark green, which complimented the dark coloured furniture that we had; we hadn't bothered to paint anything when we moved in because we thought that it was fine the way that it was and are not the biggest fans when it comes to DIY. If something isn't broken then why should you try and fix it? Something that is broken, however, is the heating and I only realised that after Carl had left. The room was getting hotter and hotter, I removed as much clothing as possible without being naked and tried as hard as I could to turn it off but nothing was working. Carl would know what to do but when I tried to call him, his cell phone was turned off.
The only option I had was to find someone to help me, which was going to be embarrassing because I hadn't met any of our new neighbours yet and now, I was going to have to ask them for help with my broken heater. I didn't even check myself before running out of the front door and arguing in my head with what I should do, there were two doors right next to mine but I didn't know which one I should knock; what if there was a serial killer behind one of them? What if we had moved into a building and would never move back out because we would be dead? Just as I was deciding which door to knock, the one on the right opened and a man stepped out. He didn't notice me as he began walking across the hall to the other door, but I needed help and even if he was a serial killer, maybe he would be able to fix my heater before he killed me?
"Excuse me?" I called as he stopped and looked in my direction. "I'm really sorry to bother you, but would you happen to know anything about heaters?"
