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"these are the last boxes right?"
"Adonis you asked that three times already, yes they're the last boxes" Zion chuckled
"just wanna make sure. I can't believe this is actually happening. what I can't believe more is that my dads are actually letting this happen" I said while staring at the elevator numbers go up
"well they trust me now, plus you're 19 they can't baby you your whole life. and they not your real dads" He laughed
"yeah you try telling them that"
The elevator finally stopped and made a ding sound before opening. Zion and I both lifted up our boxes and walked off the elevator and towards our new place.
"you didn't lock it right?" I asked following behind him
"I hope not"
When we got to the door it was slightly open so we didn't have to make more work for ourselves by setting the stuff down and picking it back up. Not even half way in we set the boxes down and both collapsed on the floor next to each other. We've been loading and unloading stuff since 9 in the morning. and we basically packed everything last night, procrastination you know.
"home sweet home" He said followed by a loud sigh
"is it bad that this marble floor feels comfortable enough to sleep on?" I asked while curling myself up into fetal position
"nigga we can't sleep, not now. we have to paint the place and then assemble our bed...everything else can wait"
"ughhh, shoulda just let them do it" I groaned
Zion being all sentimental and shit thought it'd be good if we worked on the place ourself. so we're stuck with basically painting, assembling all our furniture, and designing. right now the apartment looks very bland, but it didn't have to look like this. Amanda offered to have the place fully furnished for us but this guy over here...
"come on, let's get something to eat"
I didn't open my eyes but I could feel my body being lifted up until I was on my two feet. Just a month ago I couldn't wait for the 15th to come so we could finally move in, now I think I'll take it all back.
Today is also Damien's birthday. I definitely would've forgot if it weren't for Emerson texting me about it, as if I cared. He's 26 today, yay him—back to my life now.
"just order in, the faster we get this done the sooner I get to sleep" I said before sitting on one of the sturdy boxes
"Chinese?"
"anything is fine I don't really care. umm can we start with the bed though, and then paint?"
"fuck no, you ain't slick. we're gonna make it and then you're gonna sleep leaving me to do all the painting myself—not gonna happen" He said while walking off
