Jun 15, 2013
Text to Mats:
Golds: Guess what I'm thinking about while I'm supposed to be closing up the bookstore.
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Text to Mats:
Golds: Guess what I'm thinking about while I'm supposed to be closing up the bookstore.
Model Homes || kayteemats
Eli: exhaled slowly as he shut the trunk of his car, a small box tucked under his free arm. He wasn't sure when the surreal quality of the day would lift, if it would at all. The idea that he and Katie had managed to get an apartment, a little hideaway in their own little corner of the world was still unbelievable to him. Reaching into his pocket, he fumbled for a few minutes, attempting with little success to fish out the key to the apartment. Finally catching it on his finger, he opened the door, once more breathing out a sigh as he entered. Boxes littered the living room, both his and Katie's interspersed throughout the room. The packing of his belongings had been trying enough, Eli leaving the vast majority until the last minute. But now the larger task seemed to be how he'd go about unpacking the items, managing to make the place look more like a home and less like a storage space. He had no doubt that Katie would whip his ass into gear, making a point to get through the task in a speedy and efficient manner. As tightly wound as the girl could be, she never failed to keep him on task, a trait he greatly appreciated and knew would come in handy while they lived together. Fixing the cap on his head, he weaved through the boxes, following the narrow trail leading to the kitchen. Inside he found Katie, his face lighting up immediately at the sight. It still hadn't fully sunken in that he'd be seeing her on a daily basis from then on, getting to wake up to her each morning. "Hanging out in here while you make me do the work? I see how it is." he called out, shooting her a teasing smirk. Reaching for her, he slipped on arm around her waist, the other following shortly after, her back to his chest. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he sighed happily. Though they weren't official, it felt as though the two were a couple, having grown close in the recent weeks. "We're home." he whispered, peering up at her. "I just brought in the last box." Weaving his fingers through hers, Eli ran his thumb along the back of her hand, glancing around. "Don't tell me I have to let go of you. I deserve this as a prize for all that backbreaking work." he claimed, tightening his grip on her slightly.
Here's hoping. It'd be a nice thing to take up my spare time. Yeah, it essentially is but I figured mediocre was better than saying I've been miserable. Which I have. Worker bee, not surprising. I'm glad to hear you're doing alright though.
[ Text to Katie ]
M: Hey I have a super teensy favor to ask...
M: Oh and I also have an idea for our next sisterly bonding excursion!
Text to KT:
Eli: I would have said it on the dash but you know how I get about my writing. But...your gift, wow. It's perfect, all of it. Thank you so much. I've never had writing guides or anything, and that pen is awesome, seriously. And of course, Arcade Fire. Ha, I'll be wearing that a lot. I can tell you really thought about it and I appreciate that.
Text to KT:
Eli: Be proud of me.
{Text to Katie}
M: Did you hear that? It was the sound of me chucking my laptop out my window. I'm slowly losing faith in humanity, those people are awful. Don't think about listening to them, none of whatever they're saying is their business to begin with so don't start plotting out their deaths, k?
Text to KT:
Eli: Uh, can I talk to you?