A/N: 100+ reviews in 10 chapters? You guys are amazing. thank you so much! *daisy*

Honestly. It was only a oneshot.

*note to self* stop writing epic oneshots. LOL

"You make me breakfast in bed
When I'm mixed up in my head
You wake me with a kiss
I could get used to this

You think I look the best
When my hair is a mess
I can't believe you exist
I could get used to this

Because I know you're too good to be true
I must have done something good to meet you"

- "I could get used to this" – The Veronicas

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"UGH!"

"Hey," I smirked as he smoothed out the blanket that she had just crumpled, "Did you get lost with the map I drew you?"

"Supers selling my building."

"What?!"

"The super," Lindsay repeated, as she crossed her legs, on the picnic blanket. "He's selling it. And I can't afford to pay what he's asking for to stay there and own the place."

I sighed as I wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close, "Linds… that sucks."

"I know," she nodded, a tear escaping from her eyes. "It's why I'm late. Called me as I was heading out the door, so I marched downstairs and I gave him hell."

"That's my Montana," I laugh as I pass her a plastic cup filled with wine, "Do you approve?"

"I do indeed," she smiled while taking in the generous spread, "A picnic in central park, very sweet Mr. Messer."

"I have my moments. What you gonna do?"

"No idea," she shrugged, "I have till the end of the month, and then I have to move out. But I love that apartment." She sniffed, "it's my home."

"We'll find you somewhere, I promise."

She smiled widely at me and reached for a deli sandwich I had picked up from across the road, "I hope so. Its just gut wrenching, it's close to work. It's big enough, and decorated. I just finished decorating."

"I know baby," I sigh, "I know,"

"And we have so many memories there." She added.

"We can make new memories at your new place, christen all the rooms."

"Not the same," she shook her head.

I nod.

Wishing there was a way I could cheer her up.

--

I glance up as I hear her slump next to me on the break room couch,

"Someone bought my apartment," she said, sadly. Tears threatening to fall. "The asking price and everything it went through this morning..."

"Baby, I'm so sorry."

She shrugged, "Nothing I can do now… You know, I even looked into getting a mortgage, it would have been tight, but I think I would have been able to manage it. They're coming round after work for me to show them round."

I nod, "Do you want me to be there?"

She nodded, "Please… Because you can do the talking… I'm just – I can't. It's my home."

"What time?"

"Six,"

"I'll be there at five to."

--

I bite my lip as I knock on her door before letting myself in with the key she had given me, "Montana?"

"In the living room," she called, voice laced with tears and sobs.

"You okay?" I ask as I toe my shoes off.

"No," she wailed, "No."

"Why?" I ask, appearing in the doorway, "Because they're gonna be here soon?"

She nodded from the couch, "I don't want to move,"

"Baby, you ain't got a choice. I know it hurts, sweetie, but we'll find you somewhere."

She sighed and wiped her eyes, "What time is it?"

"Six," I tell her, "They'll be here soon."

She sighed again, "I feel like someone died."

"You're so dramatic," I laugh as I lean over the back of the sofa and press an upside down kiss to her forehead, "Want a cup of tea?"

"Please," she nodded, as she leant up and kissed my lips from her upside down position of me leaning over her on the couch, "the tea bags are-"

"On the top shelf, in front of the coffee,"

She smiled as she sat sideways on the couch and pulled her knees to her chest, "I called my dad, told him."

"What did he say?" I called as I filled the kettle up,

"That he wanted to kick the supers' ass."

I chuckle loud enough for her to hear, "What about your mom?"

"The usual," she sighed, sadly, "Didn't care, she's still mad."

"Still? Crap sakes Linds, she needs to move on. You moved away from home. So what? She needs to get over it,"

"She's still my mom, Danny," she answers through the apartment, "She misses me. Even if we didn't always see eye to eye. I know she loves me, deep down,"

I roll my eyes. The woman was a witch to her – and still is. But Lindsay would defend her to the death, regardless.

Just because she was Lindsay; no matter how much someone hurt her, she still saw the good in them.

"We having sugar or sweetener this week, baby?"

"Sugar," she called, "I forgot to grab sweetener at the store."

I nod, and then laugh because quite clearly, she can't see me.

"You're nodding, aren't you?" she giggled from the living room

"Wiseass," I mutter as I pick the cups up.

"What time is it?"

"Ten after," I say as I glace at the DVR clock set up by the TV "why?"

"They're late," she tells me, "People who live in this apartment can't be late."

I laugh as I hand her the drink, "Did you just say that?"

"I'm grasping at straws, sue me."

I laugh as I settle on the couch. "Maybe they took one look and changed their mind."

She glared at me, as she took a sip, "Not funny."

"It's a little funny," I chuckle as I set my own tea on the coffee table. "I still can't believe you got me drinking tea."

She chuckled, "It's cause you love me."

"I guess," I shrug, "So then, good day at work?"

"Okay, I guess" she shrugs, "Danny, you don't have to make small talk, you know…"

"I'm not. It's a valid conversation. What did you do today?"

She turns her head lopsided and laughs at me, "Why do you care?"

I shrug, "Because I care. No reason, I just care. I can care, can't I? That a crime, Montana?"

She rolled her eyes and decided to humour me, "Well after work, I went to the bank, the store, put the lottery on, and came home. Why, what did you do?"

"Bank," he shrugged, "Needed to sort some things out."

"Didn't you go the other day,"

I nod,

"Oh," she shrugs, "What time is it?"

"Quarter after."

"They aren't coming." She declared. "I just know it."

I bite my lip and take a deep breath, "What if they're already here."

"What?"

"The buyers, people buying your apartment. What if they're already here."

"Then they should have buzzed."

"Oh my god, you're such a dork. Lindsay. Me. I bought it. I bought it for you. It's yours."

She stared at me, "What?"

"Me, I took out a mortgage, and bought it. I know how much this place means to you, and I wanted to show you how much you mean to me, and I guess when you told me, it was just perfect. I hope you don't mind, I just wanted-"

Her knocking me down, and pinning me between her tiny body and the cushions of the couch cut me off, as she planted kisses all over my lips and face. "You did that? For me?"

I nod as I attempt to push her up off of me and sit up. "This is your home, baby. And I love you. I want you to be happy."

"You buying me flowers or taking me to a game would have made me happy. An apartment Danny, I – I don't even know what to say… How? When?"

"When you came into the break room earlier, I had literally just finished finalising it over the phone. I had been down to the bank, and finalised it, but was just checking everything had gone through. They told me they had informed the tenant and was arranging a visit to the apartment."

She stared at me in shock, "So you own my apartment? What are you, my landlord?" she giggled

"No," I shake my head, "It's in your name."

"What?" she asked, shock in her voice.

"It's in your name, Lindsay." I repeat, "I just pay the mortgage for ya. I love you, honey. And I wanted to make you happy. I know this is quite 'out there' but, the opportunity practically fell into my lap, and I grabbed it."

"Move in with me," she whispered

"What?" It was my turn to look at her with absolute shock displayed across my face, "What?"

"Move in with me," she repeated.

"But Linds… I…"

"Move in with me," she whispered as she crawled across the couch and snuggled into my side, while placing a kiss to my neck before nibbling my ear, "I love you, and I want you to move in with me."

"But Lindsay… I… I…"

She sat back, and looked at me, tears filling her eyes, "I'm sorry… I thought… I just thought…"

"I was supposed to ask you," I sigh, "I had a huge thing about it being a fresh start, and not messing up anymore, because of how much I love you, and this gives us the chance to really work on "us", and be a real couple, but someone…" I say as I push her back slightly, and lay on top of her, pinning her to the couch, and tracing my hands down her sides, "beat me to it."

She leaned up and kissed me, "Did you honestly take out a mortgage?"

I nod, "Yep. I did."

"For me?"

"How many times would you like me to say it? Yes Lindsay. I bought this apartment for you. For us. If you'll have me?"

She bit her lip and smiled the crooked smile that she had perfected over the years, "I might be able to make some room for your pool table."

I kiss her lightly, and wrap my arms around her, "Damn right you will."

She giggled and kissed the tip of my nose, "Do I get to call you my roomie?"

I roll my eyes, "No. No you cannot call me your 'roomie' how old are you, six?"

She shook her head, "What shall I call you then?"

"The boyfriend that you live with?" I laugh,

She smiled warmly, and kissed my nose again, "My boyfriend that lives with me."

"You like that?"

She nods as she kisses my lips softly, "I like it, a lot."

"I like you a lot."

She narrows her eyes and prods me in the love handles.

"Okay, more than a lot."

She nodded as she snakes her arms around my waist and pulls down on top of her and kisses me deeply, her thanks flowing into the kiss.

I hold her tight, and melt into the kiss, revelling in her touch. While thinking that this was where I wanted to be.

Forever.