A/N here is the next chapter ^_^
Chapter 2
The Stranger returns.
I glance at my mother, who had a wry smile upon her face. I widened my eyes at her as if to say,
'Look. Stop it, too soon alright!?'
Instead she shrugged her shoulders and straightened her posture – as the elevator doors opened at the ground floor.
The Dark haired boy promptly skipped out of the lift and round the corner, where, presumably was his friend.
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Few months pass until it was finally the day. Moving Day.
After 1 ½ hour car and van trip, we pulled up next to the building, as the typical British rain patted down on my head.
My mother seems to think I could handle moving in myself, but hired 2 men to assist me. I approach the double doors, and tap in the password in the keypad next to the large glass doors.
The doors swiftly open, satisfied that the code Stevie gave me worked; I shuffle in and out of the rain.
I shook of my coat, it in one hand and one of my suitcases in the other.
After about 20 minutes the men and I finished piling my stuff into the 'lobby' area.
I did not have much furniture, but a large black chair and a selection of all my favourite manga artist's work, and internet sensations.
The men decide among gruff voices that the chair was too heavy to carry 4 flights of stairs up, and too big to easily fit in the elevator. Worried I would be parted with the chair (in which is a your butt feels in heaven kinda chair) I quickly say;
"no, no – please don't worry I will handle getting it up there... somehow!"
The two men look at me as if I was crazy, but shrugged and walked out, sceptical looks on their faces as they drive the empty van away.
Right. I think thought that taking the little things up first was a good idea, so I gather as many boxes and suitcases as I could, and awkwardly punch the '2' in the lift, scooting other boxes into it with my feet.
I made at least 3 trips transporting everything, until lastly – The Chair.
I slump onto the lobby floor pondering how on earth I would get it up there – when suddenly the dark haired boy enters the building, squinting and rubbing his hair from being in the rain, I quickly said;
"Hi!" Perhaps too friendly and chirpy for 5 in the evening.
"uh.. Hi there" He seemed apprehensive about me, like he was wondering if I was going to jump on him or something.
"Um.." I suddenly lost words to say – "Would you mind..."
"Helping you with that chair?" I nodded with a sympathetic smile on my face at him. "Sure."
The dark haired boy smiled as he dropped his full Tesco bags and walked over to the chair.
"How on earth can I get it up there?!" I finally ask.
"What level if your flat exactly?"
"2" I twitch my eye as if I had to think about it.
"Right, well stairs is out of the answer" he chuckled "But I do have an art of fitting thinks into that lift"
I raised my eyebrow as he continues, "Once we even fitted a wardrobe in!"
Sceptical, I sighed, "Oh really?"
"yep! Although. It was a flat pack.." I realised what he meant before dramatically opening my mouth in awe and lightly punching him on the arm.
Why did I just punch a complete stranger?
"Anyway.." he finishes, "Help me get this"
I quickly kneel down as I slip my fingers under the chair, as we simultaneously lift it, across the room to the elevator.
"Okay, now tilt!" He wheezes a she breather heavily out. I can't help but giggle at his voice.
"Ever been to a gym?!" I joke.
"Well.. I.. have a personal trainer!" he wears a false movie star smile expression so I just burst out laughing. This guy. Honestly! He should be a comedian or something.
By the time we get the chair in, the doors start to close so we hop into the elevator. Close proximity for two strangers if you ask me.
I let the force of the elevator carry us up, then I remember –
"Oh! Your shopping!"
He sighed "Damn it! I'll pick it up in a sec!" I smile in reply, sorry that I made him forget it.
Finally the lift reaches the 2nd floor, and the doors 'ding', making them open once again.
We tipped the chair over, but this time I slide the chair along the floor to my apartment, pushing it down the long corridor.
"So, see you around then!" His voice reaches down the corridor, "By the way, I'm Dan!"
I turn around and look up, my wet hair falling over my face. How attractive. But reply;
"Madeline – or Maddy!
"well then, uh.. Daniel or Dan!" He winks at me as I giggle and stepped back into the elevator, to collect his precious shopping.