Autumn's Moving In and We're Moving Out
Found this tiny little snippet in the drafts from a while back. There's more of this tucked away in a box inside my brain, but I fear it may never see the light of day. Anyway, figured I'd post it in honor of Chenford (most likely) moving in together this season. Inspired by Kacey Musgraves song Moving Out.
She moves into his house in the middle of July, a record-breaking heat wave crawling it's way across Los Angeles.
"Why do we have the worst timing?" She groans with the door of the trailer as Tim unlatches the lock and lifts it open. They just stepped out of his truck a minute ago and he already had a bead of sweat trailing it's way down his temple and on to his jaw.
Every weather forecaster had warned them to stay inside that day yet there they were, unloading her boxes of belongings and turning his home into theirs.
It was a sweeter sentiment and a better idea when she woke up in an air-conditioned apartment this morning. Now, well...
"The quicker we get it done, the quicker we can be out of the heat," Tim tells her, seemingly unaffected as he maneuvers some of the boxes around at the front of the trailer. Lucy can't help but roll her eyes at him beneath her sunglasses. He grins at her when he turns around, pulling her in because he knows she's annoyed. He leans down to kiss the pout on her mouth. "C'mon," his right hand taps her backside twice through the material of her blue jean cut-off shorts as though he believed this would transfer over some motivation. He then echoes her enthusiastic sentiment from this morning as she stood behind the island of her old apartment, a paper bag with a jalapeno and cheddar bagle from her favorite bakery in her hand and a cup of black coffee waiting for him, "It's moving day!"
"Where's the calvary when you need them," she grumbles, grabbing a box full of miscellanous items and shuffling towards his door.
Though a hazy memory in her mind, she does remember parts of that long day; the sweaty, sunburned shoulders, silly arguments, pizza with cheap wine, cold showers, and light hearted conversation and laughter under the crisp, cotton sheets of their king sized bed, tangled up in eachother well into the night.
It only feels fitting that now, three years later, they are moving out of the house together as Summer slips away and makes room for Autumn to blow in.
A new season turning, with hopeful new beginnings on the horizon.
