I dropped a large heavy box onto the kitchen counter and sighed. That was the last of them. I took this opportunity to look around my new apartment; it was spacious but not too big for two people. Each room had its own window and my room had a small window bed. I smiled as my brother groaned and walked up the stairs with an ironing board and two lamps in his arms.
I padded over to the landing to give him a
"Thanks." He briefly voiced and trudged to the kitchen to plug in one of the lamps, to shoo the darkness away.
We had moved it quite late; it had just gone past nine o'clock when we called the moving truck.
My brother followed me in to the living room, his scruffy chocolate brown hair stuck to his forehead with sweat from all the moving about we had done today. His tired grey eyes swept across the room to assess the problem we had of where to unpack the television.
"I think it should go on that far wall, opposite the window." I pointed out. He ran a hand through his hair and walked over to the heavy box situated in the centre of the living room.
"But, when it's sunny, it'll be awfully hard to see." He explained.
"That's what curtains are for Riley." I rolled my eyes in response and pointed a finger at the long grey curtains lying on the table in the corner of the room.
"Alright, give me a hand then." He looked over at me and gestured to the box. I pushed myself off the sofa and pulled down my oversized 'star wars' jumper and headed over to him.
We worked together to set up the television in the corner that I had advised. It sat nicely once we arranged the sofa so they all were facing towards it.
"See, this isn't so bad." My brother smiled, finally able to sit down on one of the sofas, while I finished hanging up the last curtain.
"Yeah, I guess it isn't, you better not mess this up, and I want this house to stay nice and tidy." I put my hand on my hip and observed all the final additions to the living room.
I walked towards the same sofa and took a seat next to him.
He slouched and his grey top rode up his stomach slightly.
My brother goes to the gym four times a week, to keep in shape. I have never been bothered with it, my body was quite petite and I did not want it shrinking into nothing.
We sat for a while and watched television before I finally decided to have a shower. The bathroom was small but not claustrophobic.
Small baby blue tiles lined the walls and floor. I walked in and was in line with the mirror, the pale faced, dark haired girl blinked back at me. My hair was in a messy side plait; I struggled to let the strands free.
My dark hair suited my dark green eyes perfectly. I stepped in to my shower and the hot water hit my shoulders roughly. It felt wonderful after the long hard day I had had. I spent time washing my hair and body, before finally stepping back out into the cold air.
"Pam!" My brother shouted as I walked through the door.
"Louise is on the phone!" he called out again. I dropped my shopping bags on the floor by the front door and speedily clambered up the stairs to grab the phone from my brother's hand. He smiled and sat back down on the sofa to watch TV.
"Hey Lou!" I rasped into the phone.
"Heya Pam, why do you sound out of breath?" she asked, concerned.
"Well, I just sprinted up the stairs to talk to you!" I explained between breaths. I heard a squeaky giggle on the other side of the phone and grinned.
"Well, I'm glad you love me that much." She said.
Lou and I had been friends for years; we had met in middle school and immediately clicked. She loved all the bands I loved; we both shared a passion for clubbing. Well, I suppose that does not really count as a hobby.
I laughed at myself quietly.
"So when can I come see this new house of yours?" she exclaimed.
"Stella, also really misses you!" she cooed.
Stella is Louise's three-month-old daughter. She is adorable, I was one of the people Louise wanted to be there when she was being born and I was honoured.
She had Louise's hazel eyes and her dad Casper's blonde hair. She was a gorgeous baby.
"Anytime you want Lou!"
"Well, In that case, I'll be over to see you tomorrow." She giggled.
My brother rolled his eyes and waved his hand as if to tell me that we need to talk.
"Well, I've got to go Lou." I chirped.
"I'm excited to see you guys tomorrow."
"Me too Pam. I will see you then. Love you." She clicked the receiver off and I put the phone back on its hook.
"What was that about?" I scowled at my brother and grimaced at the plate of microwave food on his plate.
"I need to tell you something." He said his face serious. I took a seat.
"You know my friend, Carson? Yeah, He's coming to stay with us for a few months." My face dropped.
Yes, I knew Carson,
The massive jerk-brain, used to tease me all the time, just because he could. I am now in knowledge that he is now a massive player and has no respect for girls what so ever.