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You promised me forever
Chapter 7 – Living with her.
Tori's POV
I never did get to reschedule that romantic weekend at the bed and breakfast I had planned for Jade and I.
Two months later we moved into a small upper level one bedroom flat near campus. It's small and cozy, as I like to describe it. Jade normally describes it as cramped and tiny. Gradually we adjusted to officially living together thought we hit some bumps now and then.
Apartment living is a bit more complicated than living in a dorm room. There are bills to be paid, bathrooms to be cleaned, meals to be made, laundry to do, shopping to be done etc.
As I said we hit bumps. One of the two most common ones are Jade's constant complaining of me leaving makeup and other items on the bathroom counter and not putting them away.
"You're always leaving your stuff all over the counter, you have a drawer Vega. Use it." She has said to me on more than one occasion.
Jade on the other hand frequently forgets to put stuff on the shopping list when she used the last of things or we are getting low.
I've had to use Kleenex as toilet paper as Jade has forgotten to put it on the shopping list when we were running low.
The apartment is nothing special. Cream colored walls, though oddly we have thick green shag carpeting. Looks like it belongs in some 70's porn flick. I didn't even think they made shag carpeting anymore. It turns out they still do, it's a bitch to vacuum.
We have a queen size bed with a black bedspread and pillow cases. Our other set is blood red. That was a result of my mistake in letting Jade shop for our sheets and bedspread without me. Did I mention our bathroom towels are black and red as well?
She must have known I would object when she bought them. I guessed that because as soon as she got home with them she put the bags down and without even showing them to me dragged me into the bedroom and fucked me silly.
Immediately after sex then she showed me our new towels, sheets and bedspread. But with Jade having just made very passionate love to me, I was much too buttered up and in a post orgasm haze up to possibly object.
Nasty little trick that was and of course it worked. I just filed that away and will someday return the favor when I want to buy something she would object too.
I won the battle of the artwork in the bedroom. She wanted to put a framed vintage 1984, Nightmare on Elm Street Movie poster on the wall next to our bed.
Look at the poster. I did and said
"If that is next to our bed I'll never sleep with you again." I said right before storming out for dramatic effect.
Hanging on the walls in our bedroom are two prints by german impressionist artist Franz Marc whom I had learned about in my Art History class. Large blue horses and Deer in the snow are the names of the two works of art. I found them at a resale shop and liked the vivid use of color in his depiction of animals. I also knew Jade would appreciate the morbid irony of the artist's tragic death. A nice compromise I thought.
A talented painter Franz Marc joined the WWI german army. The government recognizing his status as a prominent artist decided to bring him off the front line and drafted orders to have him put in non combat role.
Before the orders could reach him he caught a piece of shrapnel to the head at the battle of Verdun killing him instantly. His paintings when they come up for action, now sell for millions.
Our living room/dinning room is a bit cramped. We have a computer desk with docking station for our laptops. a couch, entertainment center, a small dinning room table and a keyboard for my music. I wish the room were bigger but it's not. A counter separates the kitchen from the dinning/living area.
A large framed poster for the scissoring hangs on the wall in the living room. The way she pays reverence to that what I secretly describe as quasi decent b horror film I'm surprised Jade hasn't installed a shrine to the movie in front of the poster.
The surest way to start a fight with Jade is to describe the scissoring as less than brilliant. Beck once told me in confidence that after two years of being with Jade, he grew to secretly despise that movie.
"Jade made me watch it no less that 70 times." He complained. So far I've only seen it 32. But she loves it and I love her so I'll never complain about it.
Of course Jade loves scissors of all shapes and sizes. Show owns 42 pairs of them. She sleeps with a large pair under her pillow which I haven't objected too. I've forbidden her from so much as touching them during our lovemaking however. She agreed after much pouting over my stance on the subject.
A poster for the movie "Edward Scissorhands" Graces our hallway leading to the bedrooms. Jade likes the movie but has said the movie would be infinitely better if more people died in it.
We had a schedule made up on who cooks and who cleans what on various days. That schedule lasted a total of 8 days. We're both very busy so we clean when we can. Cooking is handled on a day to day basis as our schedules frequently don't mesh. I end up eating alone a couple of days a week as does Jade.
On average she is busier than me. She has a double major and is at the studio that the film school has working on her various student films a lot. I end up doing about 3/4ths of the housework. We're both in our sophomore year and both of our classes are getting gradually harder.
I'm fairly busy myself, and unlike Jade has a part time Job. I'm a barista at this Starbucks knockoff called "The Coffee Bean" My part time job covers some of the bills. Rent and the rest comes from money we both have saved up and student loans. Any way you put it money is tight.
The prospect of us getting even busier and having less and less time to spend with each other worries me. Sometimes people drift apart despite the best of intentions. It worries me a lot. I should have but I haven't said much to Jade about it. She's got a lot on going on so I don't burden her with it. Maybe I'm just being too needy and need to suck it up. I just love her so much.
I try to cherish the little moments we have. Like just lying in bed together on Sunday morning, doing nothing but just being together. Those few times when we can cook together in the kitchen. Just little things. I just like it best when I have Jade and her beautiful body all to myself, with her undivided attention.
Jade's POV
It's November in our sophomore year; Tori and I have been in our little place some 6 months now. I wish it were bigger but with the money we have it's all we can afford. Our dorm room was one small room and one small bathroom and was rather simple. This place thought small does need upkeep.
It's decorated in a crazy mismatched style. Our bathroom is a good example. I know she wasn't too happy with my choice of colors for sheets and towels. That's probably why one day our old shower curtain just vanished and was replaced by one with cute puppies on them. She knows perfectly well I don't like puppies. But I know that Tori does like puppies so because I love that goofy Latina so I didn't make an issue if it.
Of course in the decorating we had occasional open conflicts. Such as the battle of the bedroom artwork and the battle of the answering machine message. I lost both of those particular battles. Though I don't mind the artwork in the bedroom too much, it's kind of grown on me.
I did however win the all important battle of the kitchen plates. I found online a place that sold dinner plates with skulls on them. I fell in love with them. I was debating weather or not to just order them and tell Tori right after sex or just press my case and actually try and convince her. We had a short argument which she yielded after I agreed that we can have a separate set for nice company.
I love living with Tori, though there are specific things about her that bugs me. Such as her habit of leaving clothes on the floor, on chairs, or where else she happens to take them off. She seems to forget we have a laundry basket.
One time I had two classmates come over to work on a film project and though the apartment is neat and present able with one exception.
We arrived at the apartment and we saw pair of panties lying over the back of the couch. Normally I don't care what people think about me or my place but for some reason that was embarrassing.
Tori wasn't even home to explain why they were there of all places. She wasn't happy when she found that particular pair in the bucket under the kitchen sink where he have rags for cleaning a two weeks later. The reason for her unhappiness was the fact they were a rather expensive pair of Victoria Secret panties.
After that and my threat to toss out any undergarments left in the living room she just confined her self to leaving clothes all over the bedroom which was an improvement. I don't even want to go into her leaving her makeup, lotions and other crap all over the counter. She has a drawer like I do for my makeup and stuff.
Vega is out right now buying Christmas decorations. I stayed behind to cook dinner which I don't get to do very often. I'm making I gave her a budget of $50 dollars for decorations; we already have a small artificial tree we got from my mom. I know she'll overspend so the budget is really $75 that we can safely afford to spend. Not the first time I've done that.
"Oh it was so cute; I just had to buy it." She normally says why she overspent.
I'm making a roast chicken for us tonight. A nice dinner and then we decorate for Christmas. The Christmas we spent in our dorm room we had a tiny artificial tree and a few strands of Christmas lights. This time we will properly do it. Tori's been looking forward to it and I have too.
Tori spends a lot of time at her keyboard writing songs. A couple times a week Tori will plop down in front of the keyboard with her headphones on, and just mess around until something clicks, then she will start to write a song. She's found that's a good thing to do when I want to be left alone which happens on occasion.
With my double major, I worry sometimes that I've bitten off more than I can chew. If it was just me it wouldn't bother me. But I'm in a very serious relationship with a woman I love very much. I know already she does the bulk of the housework covering for what I don't have time to do. She hasn't complained one single time about it, not once.
She's busy too, and when she's not around I miss her. I know of course she misses me. But I think we both realize that we will be busy and in the end it will be worth it. Tori understands, I know she does.
I thought I would write a chapter were each of the girls talks a bit about what it's like to live with the other.
The story about the German painter Franz Marc is 100% True. I happened to see a picture of one of his works one day and became a fan of his work.