Before You Found Me

After our kiss, Harry stayed with me a few hours. It was nice having someone to chat with, someone with a new and different view. I appreciated his company. (His kissing skills weren't half bad either...) A couple days later I was released, Lorne and Arela helped me pack up and leave. She didn't want to waste any time. “You just got out of that hospital,” she said, “and I will not have you going back in so quickly.” No point in disputing. It was a 'now or never' sort of thing. So we waited until we knew Daemon was out of the house and got things done. Arela's parents were kind enough to give me the guest bedroom. It was more than I ever could have asked for.
I decided I was going to really start over and take care of myself. Haven said I had a job in the diner with my name on it if I wanted it. I graciously accepted the offer, receiving a wink from Haven. (How he always knew what I needed, I will never know.) I wanted to try and earn enough money to help pay for groceries and stuff. Arela's mom and dad would never ask me to do that, but I insisted on it. They were taking me in out of the blue. I had to repay them somehow, pull my weight in the household.
Things were going smoothly, though. Arela's parents were super easygoing, so no weird 'YOU'RE NOT MY MOM' fights or anything. I wondered if maybe living with Arela would make us act like sisters in television shows (you know, with the squabbling and 'you're wearing my shirt' and 'that's my favorite sweater' and 'you're so loud when you talk on the phone!' and the constant poking and stuff), but nothing was different. We always said we were sisters anyway, so I guess I shouldn't've expected much to change. Honestly, I didn't really know what to expect. Not like moving in to my best friend's house because my dad hits me was an everyday occurrence or anything. There's no manual for this or book titled “What to Expect When Your Best Friend Takes You In” (despite the fact it would've been super helpful if one had just magically appeared in the air in front of me.)
I'd talked to Harry a couple times since his hospital visit. He was really good about making jokes that exploit the ridiculousness of my whole situation in the most hilarious way. His levity was greatly appreciated. I don't know if I'd've kept my sanity without it—without him. I was starting to see how he could really fit in my life. He was just wonderful. I mean, obviously I was crushing like crazy. Have I mentioned he's gorgeous? He's gorgeous. He's gorgeous and funny and sweet, and he actually spent his time talking to me (aka Walking Trouble, Hell on Heels, A Few Bananas Short of a Fruit Basket...you catch my drift.)
Everything just seemed so...weird and surreal and made up and CRAZY to me! I mean, like, what the hell was going on in my life??? I didn't even know. I was clueless, just along for the ride. But I sincerely hoped all this change was going to be a good thing for me. Who knew! Maybe Lorne knew what he was doing when he pushed me to move here. He is growing up... I suppose time would just have to tell.

Notes

Hey, Guys!

Okay, so I know I said I wouldn't do any more filler kind of stuff, but I really thought that the moving stuff would be boring to the readers. SOOO...This is just to get all that stuff out of the way. AWESOME STUFF COMING NEXT CHAPTER! :D So, please stick around and COMMENT! I want to know where YOU want this to go!

As always, I hope you have a wonderful week, Lovies!


--Lalagirl1995