Chapter 7
AN: I don't own the Twilight characters, but I do own the ones that I made up.
I'm really sorry this took so long, I've been really busy.
"OMG, V! I can't believe you're moving!" Josie shouted dramatically when I told her about my plans, throwing her arms around me in a tight embrace.
"Jo…can't…breathe," I gasped and patted her back until she released me.
"Sorry," she said with a shrug, not sounding very apologetic.
I rolled my eyes and sat down on my bed as she paced up and down our dorm room.
"V, you can't leave," she wailed. "Who am I going to talk to in the middle of the night? Who's going to lecture me about STD's and make me focus on studying?"
I snorted. "That only happened once, and you know it," I reminded her. "And I didn't lecture you; I just gave you a friendly reminder."
Josie shook her head. "V, you had posters."
I sighed in frustration. "Whatever. If it wasn't for those posters you still wouldn't have found out about your little problem down there."
Josie crinkled her nose in disgust as she glared at me.
"Don't remind me," she huffed. "I'm still mad at Max for that…idiot."
She mumbled the last part, still huffing in irritation.
I'm not really sure how she knows she got it from this Max guy, I mean it's not like he's the only one she's been sleeping with lately.
She really should invest in some condoms, I thought as I grabbed my notebook to start planning my move.
I was so engrossed in my planning that I didn't even notice Josie changing into a new outfit and getting ready to leave until she punched my shoulder, hard, to get my attention.
"Ow," I groaned rubbing the sore spot on my arm.
"Don't be such a big baby, it wasn't even that hard," she said as I glared at her. "Besides, I've been calling your name for like five minutes."
"Oh, sorry," I told her.
"S'okay," Josie said patting my head. "I'm going out with Max so I'll see you later."
"Tomorrow's Monday," I reminded her. "Don't stay out too late."
"I won't," she said over her shoulder, grabbing her purse and reaching for the door.
"And wear protection!" I yelled after her.
"Yes, mom," she yelled back before closing the door.
I smiled to myself as I picked my notebook up again and continued my planning.
Moving plans:
Bianca gets the back room.
I get the front room.
Own bathrooms – buy things for guest bathroom.
Need a chore list and grocery list – discuss with B later.
Moving with my car –
"Whatcha doing?" Bianca's cheery voice broke my concentration, causing me to jump and drop my pen.
"Holy shit, B!" I yelled clutching my rapidly beating heart. "Don't do that."
"Sorry," Bianca said bending down to get my pen before flopping down next to me on my bed. "So what are you doing?"
"Planning our move," I told her, taking back my pen to finish my last point.
"Oh, goody, let me see."
I tilted my notebook and showed Bianca everything I had come up with so far.
"This is great, V, but why can't we use my car?" she asked with a furrowed brow.
"Because," I smiled, "my dear friend, you drive a mini."
"So?" Bianca asked still confused.
"My car has more space, so we'll move our things faster if we use it."
"Just because your car has more space doesn't mean you need to discriminate against my car," Bianca said with a pout.
I gave an exaggerated sigh. "Fine, you can take our bags and I'll take the boxes."
"Yay!" Bianca clapped her hands excitedly. "This is going to be so much fun."
-o0o-
"That's the last of it," I said as I pulled the cover over the boxes in the back of my silver Ford truck.
"Great, let's get going before it starts raining," Bianca said as she heaved the last of our bags onto the backseat of her car.
We both got into our cars and headed to our new apartment. The cheese man hanging from my mirror bounced as I drove, keeping my mind from the impending rain.
Bianca, the little speed demon that she is, reached the building before me and was already struggling with the bags when I got there. I could hear the chorus of Shut up and Drive blaring from the speakers of her Mini Cooper Convertible as I got out to help her with the bags.
One by one we made our way up to the apartment with our bags, stopping every now and then to catch our breath. After we got all of our bags into our rooms we went down to start bringing up the boxes.
Not long after we started unloading my truck, another car parked next to mine and two extremely tall guys got out. They looked oddly familiar and I squinted at them as I tried to place where I've seen them before. As nothing came to mind I grabbed the nearest box and carried it up the stairs.
As I rounded the corner I bumped into a wall – or at least that's what it felt like. I gave a wobbly step back and would've fallen down the stairs if the wall hadn't reached out and grabbed me.
"Whoa, there, are you okay?" the wall asked me, his tone laced with concern.
I know that voice…
"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks," I said stepping away from the stairs and, sadly, away from his arms.
"Are you sure?" he asked as I lowered the box and stared into his dark eyes.
"I'm okay, really," I reassured him as I started walking to the door of my new apartment, dropping the box just inside the door.
Paul walked down to my car with me, keeping close by in case I slipped. When we reached my car I bent down to pick up a few more boxes, making sure to take the heavier ones that I know Bianca won't be able to lift. As I stood up I felt his eyes linger on me.
"Here, let me take those," Paul offered holding out his arms to take the boxes.
"Are you sure?"
He nodded.
"Thanks," I grabbed another box and we walked back up the stairs. "So do you live here?" I asked curiously.
"Yeah, we're actually just moving in," Paul said with a smile as he walked behind me on the stairs.
"Oh, so are we," I told him.
He opened his mouth to say something when a beautiful girl with sleek black hair and piercing green eyes interrupted him.
"Paul, come on we need to -" She broke off when she saw me next to him.
"Oh, never mind."
She gave me a knowing smile and walked away.
After Paul and I put the boxes with the others I turned to him.
"Thanks for the help, Paul, but you really shouldn't keep your girlfriend waiting," I told him, pain slicing through my chest at the thought of him being taken.
"Girlfriend?" Paul looked confused, but chuckled when he figured out who I was talking about. "Oh, Emma? She's not my girlfriend. She's actually my friend's fiancée."
"Oh," I said looking down as the blood coloured my cheeks.
"Yeah…so I was-"
"Holy mother of Mercury's sugar daddy!" Bianca's voice interrupted him.
I turned to the direction of her voice and saw her dragging a box about twice her size up the stairs. I shook my head and went to help her, but Paul beat me to it and took the box and put it with the others.
I laughed as Bianca came panting after Paul, a light sheen of perspiration on her forehead.
"Thanks, big boy," she said before turning to me. "V, I'm gonna go take a nap until I can feel my arms again."
"Okay, I'll start unpacking so long," I told her.
I turned to Paul, blushing as I caught him staring at me.
"Well, thanks again for your help," I told him.
"It was my pleasure," he said with a heartbreakingly beautiful smile on his face. "So I was wondering if-"
"Paul, stop flirting with the neighbours and help us," one of the guys I saw earlier yelled at him.
I guess that's why they looked so familiar.
Paul turned to his friend and growled softly. Weird, but sexy.
"In a minute," he told his friend through clenched teeth before turning back to me. "Sorry about that."
"That's okay," I reassured him. "So you were saying?"
"Oh, right, I was wondering if you…uh…maybe wanted to go out with me sometime?" he asked nervously running his hand through his hair as he looked at me as if my answer could make or break him.
Should I go out with him? I mean he seems really nice, but all guys seem nice in the beginning…
Urgh! Just say yes already!
"Yes," I squeaked.
"Really?" he asked looking a lot more relaxed than a few seconds ago.
I nodded in consent and smiled at him.
"Great, so I'll call you."
"Yeah, let me give you my number," I said with a shy smile as he gave me his phone.
After I gave his phone back he called my phone.
"There, now you have my number too," he said with a smile.
"Yeah, you should probably go help your friends," I reminded him.
"Oh, right, so I'll see you later," he said reluctantly going back to his friends as I gave him a small wave goodbye.
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