Explicit Content Found Inside our Minds

Chapter: one

     I carried the heavy box up the last stair, seeing my door only twelve feet away. I took those final steps setting the box down at my feet, placing a hand next to the wood wall by my front door.
    Luckily the rest of my stuff had been professionally shipped before I flew here. So I only had the few boxes that would fit in my car.
    Unfortunately those few boxes were really heavy, especially when going up three flights of stairs.
     "Those stairs seem so much longer then my last flat." I said out loud. It wasn't until I heard a chuckle behind me, that I realized I wasn't alone.
    I jumped putting a hand to my heart. "Gosh you startled me!" I gasped, turning to see the voice of the laugh.
     It was a boy with long black hair. It wasn't long enough to put into a man bun. But long enough that it reached his eyes, and curled along the nape of his neck.
    His features were all sharp and defined. Except for his eyes. Which were a soft grey, surrounded by thick long lashes.
    He was tall, defiantly taller then six feet. He had broad shoulders, and long legs.
    He wore a black skinny jeans. Something that any girl would be thankful to see. He also wore a white shirt. The material so worn down that I could see the black ink that covered his chest and arms.
    I couldn't tell the exact design of each tattoo on his chest. But on his arms I could see a a tattoo of a bunch of flowers clumped together. I noticed that none of the tattoos had no color. The only colors were black and white ink.
    Despite his lack of colors, he was beautiful.

    "I'm Zeppelin, but I prefer Z." He smiled, holding a hand out. When he smiled I noticed he had a black lip ring on the left side.
I took his hand, which was warm.
"I'm Asa. But I prefer to go by my last name Grey." I smiled, tucking a strange of orange hair around my ear.
He looked behind me, giving a quick glance to my door then back to me.
"Are you just moving in?" He asked, shoving a hand into his pocket.
I nodded feeling my phone vibrate in my back pocket. "Yeah, I used to live in this town. But now just moving back in." I ramble on, now not looking forward to his next question. One that most people typically ask.
"You used to live here?" Z frowned, "You have a British accent?"
I nodded sighing. I did have one, and the story was always hard to explain in full detail. Lately I've just been choosing a shorter version that happened to hold a few white lies.
"Well my parents are originally from London. But moved here for work when I was born. I just picked up there accent rather then an American one." I stared at my toes, noticing how Z only nodded.
"So how long have you lived here?" I asked, feeling my phone buzz again.
"Actually I'm just moving in myself." He laughed lightly, his smile so small that his face didn't form a single crinkle around eyes or lips.
    I nodded now feeling a sense of awakened envelope the two of us.
    "Well-" we both said at the same time. I chuckled, turning to grab the box I set down earlier.
     Z smiled at me, "I better let you get to unpacking. Perhaps one day you and I could hang out. Walk around the town and such?" He said, a blush tinting his pale cheeks.
     I nodded feeling hear creep up my own cheeks. "Yeah that sounds nice." I waved him a small goodbye as I fumbled with the keys to open the door.
    I stepped half way into the door, turning around and quickly saying before Z disappeared,
     "Why is your name Zeppelin? I'm assuming your parents were a big fan of the band?" I asked, my heart thumping in my chest.
    Z held the door halfway closed, looking at the floor with a smile.
    "Actually it's not my parents that gave me the name. I changed it when I was 19, so it was me who was a big fan of the band."
    Smiling I said one final thing before he and I shut our doors, "Why change it in the first place?"
    "Secrets," he smirked at me. Softly shutting his door.

•*•

   After unpacking for nearly three hours I was almost done with the flat. Since it was such a small town buying a nice decent sized flat in the middle of the city wasn't too expensive.
    It was high enough that I could see the rest of the cities lights at night. And the living rooms windows were so big the entire walls were just windows.
     The living room was also at the corner of the building so it was two walls that were just windows. Plus the kitchen was connected to the living room. Giving it its own 'entire wall window'.
    The kitchen didn't have a dining table, so I would just be using the bar table that connected to the kitchen counters. The kitchen had a nice white marble for counters. And the cabinets were a dark wood.
    The cabinets wood was the same as the floor. It was cold, and I would regret it during the winter for sure. But it definitely looked nice.
     The house had two other bedrooms. The master bedroom had another window that was the entire wall overlooking a park.
     The floors were the same dark wood that was used through out the entire apartment. All except for the bathroom.
    The bathroom had a tub and shower. The counter space had two sinks and lots of space for hair and make up products. It had black tile floors.
    The guess bedrooms was a decent size and instead of having a full wall windows. It just had a window that covered half of the wall. (Top half.) I planned to use this for my art room.
     All in all the flat was extremely nice, and for such a nice one I remain shocked that I could afford to own it and not have to share it with a roommate.
    My furniture was all set up. All of it was just a light grey couch, along with a matching side chair. I also bought myself a nice flat screen tv, along with a white tv stand.
     I planned to purchase a rug for the living room floor, but since I just landed this morning I hadn't managed to buy one.
    My bedroom already had its dark metal bed frame set up, along with the mattress. I had some paintings and some white Christmas lights for the walls and ceilings I planned to use for declarations.
    The guest bedroom had all my art supplies set up, all except my own art work which all sat in boxes along the wall.
    I still had a few unpacked boxes. Most of it was just remaining decorations and small things.
    I sat on the couch looking out the windows. Both over looking some buildings, and what I guessed was a college.
    The sun now began to set, and I now payed attention to how the city lights slowly replaced the sunlight.
    I sighed my arms tired from the heavy lifting. My mind tired from all the thoughts parading about.
    I hadn't been sleeping lately. Something even a crappy therapist would connect to stress.
    But even I could barely tell which part of my stress is it connected to. These days I always seem to stress over something.
I stress about my family. Stress about how I'm now 22 and still haven't made my impact. Stress about simple things like the weather or how I didn't see a lot of dogs today. Or stress about big things like my sister, or how I'm now living alone and no one will be helping me anymore.
All of it would send me to tears or into a fit of screams. That was the past though. Now that I'm more used to my mind filled with crazy rambling thoughts, it just makes me quiet for a few days, and into a massive existential crisis.
After thinking for a bit I stood up. Going to my bathroom to clear up my face, due to the fact that I accidentally cried a few tears, and because I'm stupid I wore eyeliner and dark eyeshadow so I now might have black streaks running down my cheeks.
I placed my hands on the cool counter, looking up at the mirror. I wasn't exactly the prettiest girl, but I also wasn't hideous.
I had orange hair that was so long it reached past my waist. I used to keep it short and dyed but lately (a long time) I've been letting it grow long and natural.
I did still shave parts. So right now I hade the underneath shaved with triangular designs.
Since I was a red head, I had freckles that covered my nose and cheeks. I used to hate them as a kid, but lately due to them getting more popular I've started to like them more.
I had bright green eyes, and luckily I was graced with natural long and thick lashes.
Since both of my parents had strong Irish roots I was really pale, and never tanned no matter what.
I wiped away the remainder of my makeup and tears and took a deep breath. I always had small episodes where I breakdown.
But since I decided to move back to Days creek I've been working on getting better control of myself. I'm getting better all together.
With my face now clean I looked at my phone, the first time I've done so since the cab ride to here.
I had five missed calls, and seven missed texts. All of ignored not in the mood to answer. I checked the time noticing that it was now 5:48. Close to dinner time.
I frowned, walking out the bathroom to sit on a bar stool. I didn't really have any food in the house, and I didn't know the numbers or names of places that had takeout. Unfortunately due to it being such a small town, it would also be rare for it to have all of places that delivered.
I could walk around the town and just look for a place to eat. Unfortunately I didn't want to leave the house, mostly due to the fact that I already changed into some pjs and didn't like wandering around alone.
I tapped my chin with my finger. I could ask Z if he would like to get dinner with me.
I nodded at the idea, and rushed to my room to change. I grabbed a pair of faded blue ripped jeans along with a loose black t-shirt. I quickly pulled my hair into a messy bun and looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I didn't look great but I looked good enough.
Grabbing my phone, wallet, keys, and my black vans. I dashed out the door making sure to lock it.
I went up to Z's door, my hand hovering over the door ready to knock. I felt my heart flutter in my chest. Now beginning to question if I really wanted to do this.
Finally I counted to three mustering up some courage. All it takes is 20 seconds of courage.
I knocked on the door three rapid times. Rocking back and forth of my heels. Once the door opened I stood still being greeted by Z.
He looked me up and down, the left corner of his lips tilting upwards a little.
"Do you want to get a quick bite to eat with me?"