𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺:
𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺/𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘰𝘺.
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★ 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 ★
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Y/N'S POV:
i'm currently moving into my new house.
i used to live with my parents
but i just now moved out.
right now, i'm trying put all the boxes in the garage, but i'm kinda struggling and
they're heavy as hell.
i see a boy with neck length, brown, curly hair walk up to me. "you need help?" he asks
pointing to my trunk
full of shit.
"no, it's okay. i'll be fine." i place another box in my garage. "darling, you're struggling.
let me help." i drop my
shoulders and sigh.
"alright, fine. thank you." he nods. he
helps me put all the boxes
in the garage.
"you need help with anything else?" he pats his thighs. "um.. i have to put all the plates
and stuff away, but i feel like it'd be
weird if i let you in my house."
i look up at him.
"that's understandable.. but i'm not gonna do anything, babydoll. you can even leave
the door wide open." he reassures.
i nod and we go to
the kitchen.
"is this your first time living here?" he puts a few plates away in a cabinet. "no, i was born here."
his head shoots in my direction.
"so was i!" he exclaims. i smile, "thank you for helping me." i finish unloading
the dishes.
"don't thank me, just happy to help." he pats my shoulder. i smile, "i'm gonna head out now, i'm right next door if you need anything."
he smiles.
i nod and he leaves, i put up all my decorations and lay in bed after a long day.
i sigh and take a nap.
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i wake up to tapping on my window, i look over and see the same guy from earlier.
"what the fuck?" i mumble to
myself.
i walk up to the window and open it, "sorry, that was weird. i went to the door but you didn't answer. sorry i woke you up."
he mutters.
"you're all good," no he's not. "why'd you come?" i rub my eyes. i signal for him to come in and he sits next to me on my bed.
"i brought you food, i thought that you didn't have much food since you just moved in.
hope you like pasta." he passes
me a container of food.
"oh.. thank you, really." i look at him, he smiles. "what's your name, by the way?"
he tilts his head.
"y/n." i smile. "i'm dominic, you can call me dom though. whatever you prefer."
he smiles back.
he sighs before standing up, "i'll see you later,
y/n. enjoy." he walks back up to the window.
i wave before he leaves and
shuts the window.
i go downstairs to get a bottle of water
before going back up to eat.
once i finish, i go to the bathroom to brush
my teeth. being that i had took a
nap before.
i go downstairs to get ready to go food
shopping, so that way i wouldn't be
hungry in the middle
of the night.
i get in my car and drive to the store. once i get there, i grab all the things i need. i go up to the self checkout and scan everything.
"need help?" i hear behind me. i whip around to see dominic, smiling. "jeez, dude." i put
my hand on my chest dramatically.
"sorry." he laughs. "i feel like you're everywhere." i turn back around to finish scanning my things,
dominic starts bagging the stuff as if
he works here.
"is that a bad thing?" he raises his eyebrows.
"'no.." my voice trails off. "you don't have
to help, it's okay." i reassure him.
"uh.. nah. ima help." he finishes bagging
the stuff. "why'd you come here?"
i ask stupidly.
"it's a store.." he reminds me. "sorry, that was a stupid question." dumbass. "it wasn't stupid, it probably seems like i'm following you."
he looks at me.
"𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. following me?" i furrow my brows.
"..no.." he says in a high tone. i widen my eyes and he looks at me and laughs.
"i'm not following you, love." he laughs. i let out a relieved sigh and exit the store, pushing the cart so i can put everything in my trunk, dominic walking right beside me.
he helps me put everything in the trunk, "you'd be a good caregiver." i sigh. he looks
at me and laughs.
"yeah? and why's that, hm?" he tilts his head. "you've just been helping me with everything.. doesn't it feel like you're obligated to?"
i look up at him.
he shakes his head, "i just wanna help you, y/n. so you're not lost or something." i put my
hands on my hips.
"now why would i be lost?" he shrugs. "i would've been." he tucks a strand of hair
behind my ear.
"well, thank you." he nods. "i'll talk to you later, and thanks again." i tell him. he waved
and i go in my car, driving home.
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