“Yay!” you exclaimed excitedly, “I get to set up my lounge!”
lida smiled to himself as he watched you bounce away, then he turned his attention back to the bed base and crouched down to have a look at the instructions picture closely.
By now you had finished setting up the lounge area and had put the tv cabinet at one end and the new lounge at the other with a small table beside it.
“Looks ok?” you thought as you stood back to check your handiwork, “hey Tenya!” you called, placing your hands on your hips proudly, “come and see my work!”
You heard something fall in the bedroom and you looked down the hall then let your arms fall to your side and called out to him again as you headed towards the sound.
“Uh… y-yes, Y/N…” his replied came, followed by another bang.
“What are you doing?” you asked as you walked into the room to find him with the bed frame around his waist and tools in his one good hand.
“Well…” he started, chopping his arm in an erratic and stiff manner, “I was having slight difficulty making up the bed frame with one arm and so propped it against my body to support it while I put the bars in and screwed them down but now…”
“You’re stuck?” you offered with a laugh, your laugh starting out as a small chuckle and growing until you were just outrightly cackling at his misfortune.
“May I have some assistance, please?” he asked politely, a little embarrassed at having trapped himself in your bed frame.
“No,” you chuckled cheekily, “now you have to stay here forever, you are my bed now.”
“Y/N, please?” he asked again, turning around with the bed frame around his middle and bumping one of your boxes of stuff.
“Ok, ok, don’t move, please,” you said, still unable to stop laughing.
You walked over and took the tools from his hand then followed his instructions to help get him get out.
Once you had gotten the bar loose enough for him to escape you lowered the bedframe to the ground and helped him step out of it.
“Go and sit in the lounge,” you said with another laugh, “I’ll take it from here.”
lida nodded sheepishly and left to get a drink of water and you continued on making your bed frame then lugging your mattress up on top.
“Done!” You called out once you had finished. “Come and see!”
lida came back into the room and smiled as you gestured grandly towards the bed.
“Ta daaaa!” You announced brightly.
“A very well done job, Y/N,” he said proudly, “I am most impressed.”
“I’m amazing, I can make bed. Me smart. Me make bed,” you said, “it’s pretty comfy too, I’ve tried it.”
You turned back to it then jumped up onto it and sprawled out with your head turned to look at him.
“Home sweet home,” you sighed with a smile, “thank you for getting me this far in life.”
“We have a long way to go together,” he replied with a smile.
A soft moment was shared between you two as he stood at your bedroom door and you lay on your bed.
“Y/N, I suppose I should go home. I have been missing since early yesterday morning and although I notified my parents of my whereabouts, they will most definitely be wondering where I am.”
“True,” you replied, getting up off the bed and walking over to hug him, “thank you for all you’ve done.”
“You are always welcome,” he said, kissing the top of your head.
Last exchanges were made then he headed home, leaving you in your apartment, alone, with a heap of boxes to unpack and wrapping paper from the furniture everywhere.
You had been so busy working that day that you hadn’t even stopped to eat (not that there was anything in the cupboard anyway) and your stomach suddenly grumbled, letting you know it was STARVING.
“Ugh!… food… maybe I could order takeaway or something?” You grabbed for your phone on the bench and were about to start looking for takeaway places in the area when there was a knock at your door. “Yeah?” you called.
“It’s just me,” the voice of Mrs Craig said from the other side, “I have food.”
“FOOD!” you yelled, placing your phone down and quickly running to the door then yanking it open.
“I know you’ve been busy unpacking today and I figured you would need something to eat,” she said with a smile, looking over her glasses at you.
“You’re a godsend,” you said gratefully, “come in. The house looks like how my life is right now, but whatever,” you said flippantly, leading her in.
Mrs Craig placed the dish she had made down on the bench then looked around.
“Have you unpacked plates? It’s ok if not, I can duck next door and grab some of my own.”
“Uh…. plates…” you mumbled, looking around at the boxes present and trying to guess which would have plates in them.
“I’ll be back with plates,” the older lady said quickly with a chuckle, ducking out of the kitchen and taking off down the hall then returning quickly from her place with plates and cutlery.
“Thanks,” you said with a smile.
“I remember when we moved in next door. It was a nightmare,” she said with a small chuckle as she pulled the foil back off the dish she had bought.
“Oh my god, mac and cheese!” you groaned excitedly, “I LOVE mac and cheese!” [A/N: If you don’t like mac and cheese, get out. I’m kidding XD]
“I’ll be very honest with you, it’s the only dish I can make well,” Mrs Craig laughed.
“I doubt that. I bet your mum always had you in the kitchen, handing down her recipes,” you said as you walked over and accepted a bowl of mac and cheese from her outstretched hand.
“Never judge a book by its cover,” Mrs Craig said wisely and twisted back to grab you a spoon.
As she turned her shirt rose up a little and you caught sight of her tattoo.
“Holy SHIT!” you yelled, startling her, “do you have a tattoo?”
“Language, Y/N, and yes I do. Therefore, I urge again, don’t judge a book by its cover.”
“Wait,” you said dubiously, “so what’s your story then? I get a feeling you have a tale to tell.”
“Indeed I do, Y/N, you and I are more similar than you realize,” she said knowingly.
“What’s your story?” you asked curiously, taking a big mouthful of the hot cheesy goodness.
“Come and let’s sit down to eat,” she said, gesturing to your new lounge.