<a class="postlink" href="https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRaT7tN4wa2koE1mEFPtWmdyPYMSKur433hoxAAJ1sRx-cGrWCT">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>I looked up at my newly bought house. Grinned, I thinking of my boyfriend who was on his way here. My stomach was all butterflies and worms just from thinking of him. With a sigh I reached down and grabbed the last bag from my mom's house.<br/>I quickly conducted a search of my pockets and located the key in my back left. The door unlocked, I pushed it open with the tow of my boots and walked in. The bare floors and walls made me wish that he was here already.<br/>I found my phone and found his number. With quick shaky fingers I typed<span style="font-style: italic">Hey, you almost here?</span>I sent the message and went to the bedroom. I flopped onto the bare mattress.<br/>I found an outlet, plugged my laptop in and blasted some music as I busied myself making the bed and just dancing around the house, dusting the hard wood floors with my sock covered feet.<br/>I must have been a sight. A 5'3" short, thin girl with ginger hair cut into a short bob around my cheeks, wearing skinny jeans with no shoes and a tank very bright tank top. I danced around, flipping my hair and getting lost in the music, laughing at the silliness of it all.<br/>As the songs changed and a slower song can on, I walked back to the bedroom and sat on the bed, hoping (insert name here) would get here soon.