“i just moved in next door and i know it’s four in the morning but you’re my neighbor and i really need help moving my boxes in.” ( x ) @problmatics
his new place was really nice, a lot nicer than what most twenty year olds could afford, especially in manhattan, but he supposed that was one of the few perks of being a tennis star. a perk that didn’t seem to come with the job? movers. after a long day of delayed flights, time zone changes, and a grueling practice, ander had finally made it to his apartment building. with his dad slash manager slash coach guarding the u-haul, to make sure nothing was stolen from it, ander was forced to carry all the boxes in by himself, in the middle of the night. at least this building had an elevator. the exhaustion he felt was still pretty damn strong, however, and all he could do was watch as one of the boxes - stuffed with medals, fell from the top of the pile in his arms, and went crashing to the floor. “fuck!”
