BPOV
Shit motherfucker. My back hurt from carrying all those boxes up the stairs. I looked at the apartment I was to be sharing with a two other girls by the names of Alice and Rose. It looked decent...kind of. I transferred to a new Masters program at UCLA and I was a college kid with a job as a barista at Starbucks. I pulled off the button up t-shirt I had stolen from my brother Seth and sat on the hardwood floor, which was currently unfurnished and took a gulp from my bottle of beer. I laid down and stared at the ceiling.
"You know, if I walked into every apartment down this hall, I'm not sure I would have gotten this good of a view," said a husky voice from the door.
"Shit!" I yelled, as I jumped up at the sound of his voice.
"Jasper Whitlock, sugar," he said and tipped his cowboy hat.
Well fuck me sideways.
"You're hot and I'm Bella," I said.
"Thanks darlin'," he said and grinned.
Oh wait. Hold up. What the hell is he doing here?
"Well I came in to see who had just moved in and I got a spectacular view," he said and winked.
I glared at him, "I do not appreciate you, ogling my goods Mr. Whitlock."
I crossed my arms over the tank top I was wearing and the ladies popped out front and center. His eyes looked downward.
"Oi! Cowboy, my eyes are up here," I said.
"Well it's not my fault! They are staring at me!" he countered.
Yeah. Sure.
"Sorry hon, that line is old," I said.
"Damn," he laughed.
"Are you going to come in or stand their in all your cowboy glory?" I asked as I walked back into my box covered apartment.
He followed me in and sat at the island in the kitchen. Sweet mother, this is going to be a long few years.
A/N: For all you Price Sticker fans, this was my writers block unleashed sort of thing. I have a huge writers block in terms of Price Stickers so I decided to start a new story for those of you who are looking for a contrast to Price Stickers with a more happy story! I'll try to get Price Stickers updated soon!