Author's note: This is my first time writing a fanfic, so, please, don't be extremely harsh. :) As if that doesn't make the matters worse, English is not my native language; therefore, I'm very sorry for any mistakes that might occur in the text. The first chapters are rather short but I expect them to get at least a little bit longer. I started writing this for very selfish reasons; I simply felt as if I had to get this story on paper. Initially, I did not intend to share it with anyone but why don't I give it a shot, right? :) Please tell me whether it's worth publishing further chapters, so all reviews are welcome!
Oh god, I hate moving.
The weight of the boxes I'm carrying right now certainly does not bring joy to my arms. Of course, now I struggle to push the elevator button using all the strength that I've left. Oh, I somehow succeed.
While I'm on going up to the 5th floor (I hope it's the right one), I catch myself thinking of whether this was a good idea. Originally, I come from Europe but for some unclarified reason I decide it's time to move to a completely different country. Perhaps I should blame the most miserable breakup I suffered or, rather, what the world turned out to be afterwards. Suddenly, I was surrounded by such subtle emptiness and this unbearable routine, so I wanted to push myself away from the same familiar and boring faces or, more precisely, to get away from what reminded me of her.
Ding. I step out of the elevator and try to find the right room. 701… 702… 703. That must be it.
Trust me; I did not intend to live with someone. I'd much rather rented out a small, cosy flat and enjoyed the sheer solitude. Oh well. Considering I'm a fresh graduate with no job, I'm one lucky girl to have been offered to share a place with my friend's colleague in London. Don't get me wrong, I am sociable and outgoing; in fact, I'm the opposite of shy. However, the bigger part of me always wants to grab a good book, light some candles and spend most nights alone without an annoying roommate. Or, at least, I thought that's what she'd be like.
I wonder whether I should put the boxes down or challenge my luck by trying to unlock the door with my arms full. I do the latter and hear some stuff shatter.
I pick up my things and see the door open. I almost drop them once again because of a very delightful sight in front of me.
"Is everything okay? I heard something break. Oh, I see that it did," the girl says somewhat mockingly.
"Uhh… Yes, I'm sort of clumsy, so there's a tendency that wherever I go, the stuff gets shattered," I nervously laugh.
"Does it, huh? So… Do you happen to be my new flatmate? Or you just go by people's flats making weird noises and expecting them to let you in and then you kill them or something…?" Now I see a small smile tugging up the corner of her mouth.
"I expect them to give me more fragile stuff," I say with a serious face.
We both laugh and I decide to introduce myself.
"I'm Brittany. And yes, I am your new flatmate, please welcome me in."
"I welcome you in," she says emphatically and motions for me to finally go in. "And I'm Santana."