Moving In - A Vinnie Hacker Story

Moving In - Pt1

I can't believe that I'm finally going to college! I'm so excited! I get to live on my own for once and not have to deal with parents and curfews and not being able to have people over.

I can finally let loose, have fun, get fucked up, and not have to worry about the parental consequences.

It's moving in day!

My parents drove with me to bring all some of my stuff, but it didn't all fit in the car. So, we had to hire a moving truck. Sure we could have just gotten a U-Haul and I could have driven it to school, but my parents wanted to spend every last second with me because I told them that I wanted to move the stuff in myself.

We finally arrived after a super long drive, but I love being in the car, so it's okay. My mom is crying her eyes out, talking about how she's losing her baby. I reassure her that I'm not lost, I'm just moving away, but that doesn't really help. My dad looks sad, but he's not crying, he's a tough guy, even though he cries a chick flics...

I hug both of them and promise that I'll keep in touch before they get in the car and say goodbye.

Now, it's just me and the moving crew, and let me tell you, they're really something. One in particular caught my eye. He's tall, around 6' or so. He has dirty blonde curly hair and brown eyes and a killer body. I swear I've never seen a sexier person in my life.

He turns around we make eye contact. I normally go for blue eyed guys, but something about his big brown eyes are so beautiful that I can't look away. He notices that I've been staring for a while, seeing as the box I was supposed to carry into my new apartment is at my feet and I'm facing away from the door.

"Take a photo, it'll last longer," he smirks at me, making me blush in embarrassment.

"I- I wasn't..." I try to defend myself.

"There's no need to lie beautiful, it happens to me more than you'd know," he says cockily.

I believe him, too. You can see his toned biceps in his white wifebeater, slightly wet with sweat from lifting all of my heavy boxes.

"I'm sure it does," I scoff, finally gaining some confidence, which I'm sure will disappear shortly.

I walk into my apartment with the box that was on the floor. I go to where my room will be and I drop the box in front of my closet. It's full of my clothes which I'm sure I will have fun picking out for the party tomorrow night.

The moving guy walks into my room too, slightly closing the door behind him. He has a light box filled with my photos that I will put up all over the walls.

"Hey! Where do I drop this shit?" He asks, barely looking at me.

"Just drop it by the door," I answer him.

"Wow. No thank you? No nothing?" He questions me jokingly, with an expression on his face that I can't quite decipher.

"Oh, now I need to have manners?" I spit back.

"Well, I would assume that you're supposed to be respectful to those helping you. Wouldn't you?"

"Well, I would also think that you should be nice to those who are paying you. Wouldn't you?" I snap back.

"Oh, so now you have balls, huh? Where were those earlier?" He snickers at me.

"I'll have you know that I have more balls than you, jackass. Can you just get the rest of the boxes? I have to put my clothes in the closet."

He walks out of the door angry, but also snide. I guess I just initiated the war between us. Bring it on mover boy! Even though you're hot, I'm a bad bitch, you can't kill me.
(I hope you get that reference)