It’s a cheetah and dog
Fuck, I should’ve remembered that. I stare back at the little drawing and smile at the thought that maybe we are like the cheetah and the dog.
I love it. Thank you!
Tanner:
I drew Thor’s hammer next to me since you think I look like him
I said your hair reminded me of him.
Tanner:
I don’t know we’re a similar build and I’m super strong
A vision of Tanner shirtless pops into my head, and I shake it away.
LOL!
Tanner:
Pulling into hell
Tanner:
See you later roomie
I grab the notes off the counter and walk toward my bedroom to get ready. Pulling open the top drawer of my nightstand, I set them inside. Swiping up on my phone, I findTanner’s contact. I’m not sure why, but I add the golden retriever emoji next to his name and then check in with Poppy.
I’m getting ready, and then I can meet you at my old place to grab my mattress. Want to meet at 9 or 9:15?
Poppy:
Sounds good. We’re up and ready when you are!
Thirty minutes later, I’m out the door and in my car. The pizza, the conversation, and the comic books from last night rattle around in my head. Guilt strikes, and I wonder if maybe I judged him too harshly. Since we decided to live together, he has done nothing but surprise me, and for the first time since I’ve met him, I don’t want to just tolerate him; I want to try to get to know the guy he pretends not to be.
I pull into the parking lot of Cedar Hill and park my car. Yesterday, I didn’t really get to process not living here anymore, so I make my way over to my old apartment, alone, for one final walk through and goodbye.
It looks so empty without my stuff, and I send a silent thank you to the universe that I didn’t have to fill all the holes that cover the walls from the art and pictures that used to hang there. I guess there are some perks to getting kicked out so that the company can demolish the building.
There’s a small knock, and then I hear the door swing open. “Wren, we’re here!” Poppy yells. I walk out to meet them.
“Thanks for doing this. I fear if I have to sleep on Tanner’s couch another night, my back will never be the same.”
“It’s not a problem,” Logan says. “You girls ready to get this thing out of here?”
The three of us walk in the bedroom, assessing the bestway for us to carry my queen-size mattress out of the apartment.
“I think we turn it on its side, drag it to the front door, and then we can pick it up and walk it to the bed of the truck. It doesn’t look very heavy, so if y’all take one side, I’ll take the other,” Logan explains.
We work together to lift it onto its side. Poppy and I pull from the front, while Logan pushes from the back.
“Turn,” Logan says when we get to the bedroom door. “The hallway is really narrow, so we’re going to have to angle it so it fits.” Poppy and I try, but it starts to bend in the middle.
“We might need your help up here, babe,” Poppy says. “Wren, how old is this mattress?”
“I’ve had it since I was probably ten,” I explain with a laugh. “She’s floppy, but she’s broken in and comfortable.”
