Sadly, here comes the end. It's not a sad ending, but it's the end none the less. Maybe there'll be a sequel, but maybe not because the seconds always end up like crap. It's almost done, but we'll see about it.
Chapter 10-- Walk This Way
"Is that the last box?" Greg questions taking the brown box off her hands and sets it down beside its pair on the sofa.
She protests against hisvast lack of patience"There was only two to begin with!"
"And it takes you that long to pack a box?"
"If you just shove everything in a box unfolded, then yes it wouldn't take that long. I have to fold everything because I hate to iron, and I don't wear things wrinkled like a certain someone I know." She tugs at his shirt that had probably come from the pile on the bathroom floor after being sniffed a couple of times to determine whether it was clean enough to wear or not.
"I don't like ironing or folding, but I made macaroni and cheese. Want some?"
"Once weget my stuff moved then we'll talk about food…real food." She pulls a list out of her back pocket. "Hairdryer…check. Toothbrush and tooth paste…" She checks each off the paper with the pen taken from behind her ear.
"I guess I'll take these to the car…"
"I never said anything about a car."
"What do you mean no car? How else would we get there?" He tries to look around the two boxes in his arms.
"On foot. Follow me." She answers grabbing up her bag and heading toward the door.
Greg whines once again. "Sara, where are you taking me?"
"What did I tell you? Watch your step."
"Ouch!" He trips on the stairs; enough to expect two bruised shins in the morning, but not enough to actually fall up them. "Are we there yet?"
"No, hold on!" Shehollers like a mother of two trapped in her mini van for a two hour car ride to grandma's house.
Sara stops once she's at the top of the stairs in front of the first door. Greg, on the other hand, is unaware of such action, but does manage to come to some sort of a stop when the boxes come in contact with Sara's back and then straight down to the floor.
"Hold these please." She throws her bags back to him as she digs through her pockets for the key. "Thanks."
"Wait, we didn't go very far. Is this really it?" He looks around seeing that it was still the same building.
"Hi neighbor! You didn't even bother to tell me that the apartment upstairs was for rent when I was looking for a place? I had to find it for myself."
"I didn't know…wait, there's furniture in here." He brings her stuff in and sets it in the middle of the living room floor.
"I had Nick and Warrick stop after shift and pick up the stuff out of storage."
"You told them before me? You know I could have helped."
"They offered to do it, and said I should keep it a surprise."
"You just think I'm a weakling who can't lift furniture to save his life, don't you? I'll tell you, I may be from California, but I can move couches like any other Texan!" He sits down in a huff.
"Now this is going to work…me living right upstairs?"
"I don't know…we'll have to see about that." He pulls her down from her perfectly comfortable standing position to fall in to her seat beside him on the couch. "If one day you pick up a new hobby of tap dancing in the afternoons when I'm attempting to sleep, then we'll have a problem."
"Tap dancing?"
"Yes, but it's a long story."
"Involving blonde hair and blue eyes perhaps?"
"Yeah, but she was a guy...I think this arrangement is better for everyone."
A/N- Hope y'all liked it! Kudos to whoever can name who sang the songs that I used to name the chapter titles...