for the first time in what felt like ages, stevie was nervous. not shaking in her boots, physically unable to speak nervous, but it was more so the anticipation that threw her off. she’d come up with the idea after one drunken night alone in her apartment three days after malia ( her previous roommate’s ) goodbye. despite the fact that stevie took pride in herself for being independent, there were times where she just enjoyed the company of another person. she liked walking out of her bedroom in the morning and greeting another person, or spending late nights tossing back a few beers and live commentating shitty reality television. she needed that again. sure, her dog hendrix provided her with companionship, but she wanted actual human interaction. “i know what you’re probably thinking ‘stevie what the fuck’, but there’s actually a reason why i’ve brought you here tonight –” stevie turned around to face the brunette, her slow strides backwards leading up to the gazebo steps. in an act of playful romance, she took daniella’s hand and looked her in the eye. “okay -” she took a deep breath, “we’ve been friends for a while now and we’ve made quite a lot of memories – drunken nights at the bar, almost riding in the back of a cop car together, and i really want to make more with you. so,” stevie let go of her friend’s hand to fish out a small black box from her back pocket, taking a knee in the process. “daniella ––- dani ortiz,” she opened the box to reveal a small silver key, “will you be my new roommate ?” / @dcniella
