HERE WE GO THE NON-SMUTTY STILL GOOD VERSION

Finally we packed everything. Everything in the apartment was in a box or ready to be moved. Finally we were leaving. Finally I realized how much I loved this place and just rolled around in it and took in the last bit of memories. This place had a lot of good memories...and bad. But that was life and I was ready to move on and make some more good memories.

"Okay." I breathed out heavily. I rubbed my face with my palms. I was tired. I was really tired. It had been another long day.

"Anna?" I heard Evanna question cautiously.

"Yeah?" I yawned slowly sitting down.

"We were just saying how after you move all of your stuff you have to move Joe's."

Shit.

"I forgot about ttthhhaaattt." I whined and face-planted.

"Maybe we should call it a night?" Denny suggested. I nodded as best as I could. I curled up in a ball and closed my eyes.

"Right here?" Joe asked in disbelief. "You're going to sleep right here in the middle of the floor?"

I nodded again.

"Not on my watch." Joe responded before he picked me up in one swoop. I didn't even care. I waved halfheartedly goodnight to Evanna and Denny. I think we left the apartment. I kinda fell asleep.

When I woke up it was morning. I didn't know where I was.

"Aghhh!" I screamed before I completely fell out of bed. "Where am I?" I blinked twice. Oh I was at Joe's place. Okay less likely to die today. I sat up and peeked over the top of the bed. Joe's lump of a body was still asleep. As quietly as I could I crawled back into bed. Suddenly Joe's arm grabbed me and was around me like a seatbelt. Still dead asleep. I played angry birds until I fell back into slumber.

When I woke up the second time I still freaked out. I wasn't use to not being in my bed. It was something I just needed to adjust to. Although when I woke up I woke up alone. I sat up and rubbed my eyes with my fists. That was when I heard running water.

"Shower." I confirmed aloud to myself. I rolled out of bed, again, and realized I was not in my normal clothes.
"What the-" I pondered at loud when I heard the running water stop. Joe came out a moment later wrapped in a towel. I placed my hands on my hips.

"Did you undress and redress me?"

Joe's hand rubbed the back of his neck."

"Yes. Yes I did. But isn't the shirt comfy."

It was.

"But I didn't umm I don't really know how to describe it. I changed you I guess."

I shrugged. It was done with whatever.

"Yeah okay." I waved it away. "So we're packing your stuff today?"

Joe nodded.

"Alright I'm going to get some juice while you get dressed and we'll start."

Orange juice was lovely. The fact that we also finished packing Joe's stuff by a little after lunch was also lovely. We had a whole bag devoted to his hats, as well a small bag filled of stage makeup which I found pretty cute.

"I think that the fact that your product is slightly better than mine scary." I pointed out as I packed the stage makeup bag in a larger bag filled with other toiletries. I had to physically shake the idea of us sharing makeup out of my mind. Besides we were defiantly not the same skin tone. I giggled out loud to my own joke. Joe looked at me funny which only made me laugh harder. So after lunch everything was in boxes and ready to go.

"How do we get it there?" I asked.

"Movers." Joe responded

"Should we call them?"

"Sure."

So Joe called them.

"They're coming tomorrow morning!" Was the first thing we said when he hung up.

"Yay!" I responded. "Now we just have to figure out what to do for the rest of the day.!"

We thought about this for a while.

"Oh I know! We should let everybody know we're moving!" Joe suggested. He was right. I told no one. Like I was a spy. I sighed heavily because I wasn't a spy and my mother should know where I live. I fish my phone from my pocket and dial numbers. It was going to be a long afternoon.

That night my thumbs hurt from dialing and pressing and talking and texting and emailing. (I did wind up sending a short email to my dad my new address after Joe begged)

"Should I go back to my place so Evanna doesn't think that you kidnapped me?" I asked while we ate what we could in the fridge.

"Them who is going to help me eat all this food?" Joe asked with his mouth full.

"Very true." I agreed and then we ate until we passed out.

The next morning the movers came early. It was long and boring and I couldn't life much if the boxes anyway so I was pretty much useless. So while the boys did the heavy lifting at Joe's apartment first I went back to my flat and got everything situated. Again pretty easy but time consuming. By 2:36 we were moving around furniture in our new home. It was just as lovely as I remembered it not too long ago I guess. After all the boxes were in the moving men left and just left Joe and I to unpack.

I put my hair in a high ponytail, stole the hat off Joe's head, and ran my ponytail through it. It was far to large but I attempted not to notice.

"Okay let's get to work." I placed my hands on my hips for a moment before walking forward and unpacking a box. Joe on the other hand went straight for a bag, pulled out another hat, and placed it on his head. With a satisfied nod he joined me. I rolled my eyes. That boy I swear. When we finished the apartment looked empty. We spent all that time packing stuff just for a lot of it to still be in boxes and the place looking bare. We still didn't have a bed set up even. We didn't have a key.

"This kinda sucks." I pouted.

"Yeah, well my place is still there on the account that it isn't mine alone so we can crash there for the night, and get our key, maybe pick up a few lamps, eat at Ikea because it's awesome and be living here by dusk." Joe reasoned. It sounded like a really good idea. I nodded and left our new apartment so soon.

The next morning I was anxious. Spending the day at Ikea however was fun.

"Joe sleep in that bed. I pointed out in the distance by a family. Joe ran head first into it and pretended to fall asleep. I "made a meal" in the kitchen. Then started a pillow fight.

"Gotcha!" I yelled as I pegged Joe in the face.

"Not so fast." Joe swung and nailed me in the shoulder knocking me over onto a bed. Soon strangers started joining. It was large pillow fight at Ikea. It was awesome to hit strangers.

It wasn't long where we had to sneak around to actually find the lamps we wanted and eat without getting caught by security.

"I'll have the Swedish meatballs." I ordered after the whole fiasco. "With ligenberry sauce." I added. It is a thing.

"Same." Joe ordered. We ate out of harms way.

"I'm so excited." I exclaimed. "It a just happened kinda fast but in a good way. An excited way."

"Yeah, our next adventure!"

"Adventure!" I cheered. We were almost recognized by security when we were leaving but quickly got out of there. They must never know. We also might want to never go to that Ikea again. Ever.

"Now the best part." I beamed. "We get the keys."

Joe grinned. I was so happy.

We drove up to the building. I practically skipped out of the car like a little girl.

"Hi!" I cheerfully greeted the person in the lobby. "We live in room 415 and we need the keys." I giggled. Joe came in panting holding the lamps. I guess I might've forgot him at the car. Oops.

"Can I see your ID?" The lobby lady asked. We both pulled out our drivers licenses. She handed us the keys. Joe shoved them in his pocket. It was almost dusk now. Where did the day go? Oh right. A pillow fight at Ikea.

"An apartment all to ourselves." I squealed as we walked down the hall to it. Suddenly Joe lifted me up lovers leap style into his arms I giggled and pressed my nose against his shoulder while I held the lamps. When we reached it Joe unlocked it with our new key. The place was practically empty except a bed in the bedroom and our clothes and stuff in a dressier that were added in there yesterday and a sofa and TV and some other stuff from our old apartments in the living room the movers moved in. Finally it was the first day we were really living in it. Joe kicked the door shut behind him. I placed the lamps down next to the door.
"What do we do now?" I asked him.
"I have an idea." He answered slyly. His lips sank into mine in an instant. I kissed him back strongly placing my hand on his cheek. He deepened the kiss. When we broke he slowly started to kiss down my neck which he knew was my weakness. Bastard. I flung my head back letting out a breath. Joe walked slowly to the bedroom still carrying me. I wished he traveled faster. His lips stayed pressed against my neck but slowly was making his way down to my collarbone. When we reached our bedroom he placed me down. Now it was my turn to torture him. I practically slammed him against the blank wall. I kissed his lips fiercely as he grasped ahold of my waist pulling me closer. My hands lightly played with the bottom of his shirt I kissed his cheek slowly and made my way down. He bit his lip. I smirked.

"Just take my shirt off already!" He groaned.

"Now you know how it feels to be tortured." I grinned before I tore his shirt off revealing his bare chest. It was just as muscular as the rest of him as always.

"Your turn." He smiled before he lightly pushed me onto the bed. I let out a laugh.

The next thing we knew we were wrapped up in sheets together. I was on top of him just inches away from his face. He tilted his head forward to meet my lips.

"Work for it Walker." I winked playfully. He smiled, his white teeth showing. The touch of his lips against mine again made me melt and fall to the side. When we broke his grey/blue eyes just stared into mine, piercing my soul as if he didn't know it already.
"That was fun." I smirked.

"Very fun." Joe agreed, he smiled wide. I laid my head in his chest falling into a sleep.

"I love you." I heard Joe mumble before I was swallowed by the darkness of sleep.

The next afternoon I woke first. Joe was still asleep like a rock.

"Joe wake up." I patted him on the arm. He shrugged me off.

"Walker!"I yelled poking his cheek.

"No." He grumbled and turned over to his side.

I smirked mischievously as I thought up an idea. I slammed my hand hard on the end table.

"Ow!" I pretended to scream in agony. Joe shot up.

"What?!" He looked to me with concern.

"Ha ha! Got you!" I laughed. He frowned at me.

"Not. Fair."

I hit him lightly on the shoulder.

"So fair." I argued as I stuck my tongue at him. He returned the face. I start to get out of bed before realizing I was completely naked.

"Ah!" I hit the floor taking the sheets with me. "I forgot I was naked!" I panicked. All I heard was Joe's chuckling.

"Where are my clothes!" I whined as I rolled around in the sheets on the floor. Joe, now in his boxers placed them near me. I inched towards them like an earthworm. Again Joe was in laughing fits just watching me.

"I just want to put on on my bra!" I complained wrinkling my arms free of the sheet wrap. Joe was hunched over cracking up at me. Some crazy miracle happened and I was dressed in my bra and underwear. I was definitely more comfortable walking around like this. It was like wearing a bathing suit. I reached for Joe's overly large shirt. I threw it over my body. I was swimming in it.

"Officially one of "those girls"!" I cheered throwing my fist in the air. "Woohoo!" Then I ran into the kitchen and made some sandwiches. I was starving.

We both ate the sandwiches in the kitchen just staring at each other chewing. When we finished we just stared at each other more. Smiling.

"Wanna do it again?" Joe winked with a grin.

"Hell yes." I agreed before pouncing on him.