Ok, things are *finally* moving along here. And guess what? This story is officially finished, I just have to format it, and I'll have it up in no time! Yay! Lol, ok, moving on.
"I'm kinda nervous."
"Me too," Pheobe said quietly.
"Well, I'm not, hurry up and open the door!" Arnold called from behind us.
"Yeah, come on, this box isn't getting any lighter!" Gerald added.
"Alright, alright!" I slowly turned the knob and walked into my apartment.
"Wow, it looks just like the picture," Pheobe commented, awe-strucken.
"No kidding, Pheebs," I said mockingly. "What do you expect?"
The place really was beautiful. The living room was, at least. It had polished wooden flooring and a high vaulted ceiling. Directly across from the door was a huge window that spanned the length of the wall. Our voices echoed loudly through the whole place since it was empty.
Gerald dropped the box he was carrying with a load thud, startling us all out of our reveries. "Why am I the only one who brought anything up here?" he demanded. "Now let's get a move on, Arnold and I have things to do too, ya know."
~*~
"You just had to get an apartment on the twenty-fifth floor, the topdidn't you?" Arnold said breathlessly.
"It's the best," I said, smiling.
"Not when you have to walk up every flight of stairs," Gerald whined.
"That was your choice, honey," Pheobe reminded him. "Oh, no, we can't take the elevator. It can't support that much weight," she mimicked what he had said earlier.
"Yeah, yeah..."
We were all sitting against the wall in the living room, trying to regain our energy. We had hauled up every box and every piece of furniture we had brought to New York with us, and we were exhausted.
"I never wanna do that again," Arnold announced.
"Well that's too bad, because we're doing it again for you guys," I replied.
Arnold sighed and rested his head against the wall. "Oh yeah."
