It had been three weeks since I moved in, and I still hadn't completely set up. So I designated a day and I made myself clean. I pushed everything around and put them in their spots.
Now the couch. I had not been thinking when I bought that couch. It was cheap, so I did. And it took two men to carry it up here.
I pushed on it and it barely budged. I tried for ten minutes until I felt so hopeless, I started crying. I know, pathetic. But if you had spent the whole day cleaning and you were sweaty and tired, I'm sure you'd be a bundle of joy.
And then I thought. No. I refuse. I won't. No one can make me. That would give too much. But what else was I supposed to do? Leave this couch in the middle of my apartment?
I tossed the thought over for at least fifteen minutes before swallowing my pride and walking out.
I walked over and knocked on the door, shamefully.
I knew I was crying, but I was helpless. I hated to admit it, but I did need him at the moment.
He opened the door. At first, he was smiling, then he noticed I was crying.
And to my total surprise, he grabbed me and hugged me tight.
I was so shocked, I didn't even pull away.
Charlie's POV
I cleared my throat and awkwardly pulled away. I guess it was just my natural instinct."I'm sorry..." I stuttered," Whats wrong?"
She looked up at me hopelessly. She hesitated for a moment.
"I can't move my couch", she admitted.
I smiled on the inside. I had to admit, she was adorable.
"And?" I prompted, wanting the satisfaction of her needing me.
"This isn't easy for me", she sniffled," I need your help".
I smiled. "Now, lets go get you cleaned up".
She nodded and we walked to her apartment.
She washed her face and came back out, hanging her head in shame.
Joanna's POV
I hated myself for being weak in front of him. And for a stupid reason. But he knew I was upset, and he didn't hang it over my head and tease me.It made me wonder, deep inside, did he still care? Even a little?
We both grabbed a side of the couch and braced ourselves. We lifted it up. I looked like I was dying. He looked so effortless.
We carried it over. "Here", I wheezed.
Just as we were about to gently set it down, I got a glimpse of his muscle, as he was straining to lift the weight that I lacked.
"Oh my..." I started to let out.
Then I lost grip of the couch and dropped it.
He cried out. I saw the couch on his foot.
"Lift it up!" He breathed.
I could tell he was in a lot of pain. I tried to lift it back up, but I felt even weaker than before.
Finally, I lifted it up enough for him to slip his foot out.
He fell down. I rushed over. He was breathing heavily and his face was red.
"Oh god! I'm so sorry!" I sat down in front of him," Do you need anything?"
"Some ice", he choked.
I rushed to the freezer an grabbed some ice. I put it on his swelling foot.
"Is it broken? Are you okay?" I asked, freaking out.
He clenched his teeth. "I'm fine".
"Are you sure? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
He shook his head.
"Help me up", he said.
I felt so guilty, I felt sick. He didn't seem too frantic, but I sure did. I know that if it had been me, I would be demanding to be driven to the hospital. But I had very low pain tolerance. And besides, he was a man.
I grabbed his arm and wrapped it around my neck.
He stood up and hopped on one foot while I did my best to support him.
"Just take me to my apartment", he said.
"No. I need to take you to the hospital. I think it's broken".
He looked me in the eyes. "No. I'm not going to the hospital. Ill be fine."
"But...." I started to protest, but he stopped me.
I groaned and gave in.
I helped him into his apartment and brought him to his bed. He laid down and sighed.
"I'm so so sorry, Charlie. I didn't...."
He smiled. "Joanna, are you crying?"
I wiped my hand across my face. It was true. I was. I couldn't stand others being in pain when all I could do was watch.
I shoved him."What? I'm emotional!"
He laughed. "Such a crybaby."
I laughed through my tears. "Do you need anything else?"
"No. Ill be fine."
I nodded and got up.
I got him some more ice and walked out.
It was weird. For a second, we didn't hate each other. We weren't at each others throats.Our goal wasn't to outdo one another.
And I felt a spark. Not anything extreme, but for a second, I felt like we were almost friends. But I shook it off. I still hated him. He ruined my life.
But I guess I did owe him a little kindness for dropping a couch on his foot.
I still vowed to show him how strong I was, obviously not physically.
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We're Neighbors
FanfictionHe smiled. "You're going to have to get used to it, baby girl. We're neighbors." Joanna left her home town to get away from all the painful memories it brought back. But running away from running away ends her up back where she started.