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Kennedy wiped the sweat off her forehead after placing a heavy cardboard box on the floor. "Jesus, Sophia," she whined, leaning against the wall and taking a deep breath. "Remind me again why we didn't hire a moving company," she started, collapsing to the floor and grabbing her water bottle. The fact that she was out of breath meant that there was some serious physical activity taking place, for Kennedy was in awesome shape. She was the leading track star of her high school, and has been a dedicated gym rat since the beginning of college. All those years of training her body, however, was no match for carrying all the shit her and her best friend, Sophia, owned. Between the two of them, young ladies in their 20s, they had, over the years, accumulated quite a bit of products."What's even in this?" She said, knowing it was her friend's box judging by the pink sticker on the front of the box.
Michael opened the fridge only to find the milk he had been searching for greeting him instead. The smell of it was painful, and he grabbed it from its compartment in the door quickly. Taking it to the sink, he dumped the remaining liquid down the drain and washed it out with water. Sighing, he turned his attention back to the couch where his room mate, Harrison, slept comfortably. Or rather, slept like a stone. How the man managed to to work a night shift, come home, get high as a kite, and still manage to function was beyond him. It was almost five o'clock, though, and time for his shift was approaching. Michael, on the other hand, had just returned from work. At the mere age of 24, he was already a chemical engineer of a major company. He debated whether to wake up his room mate, and endure the assured harassment, or just let him sleep in.
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Kennedy wiped the sweat off her forehead after placing a heavy cardboard box on the floor. "Jesus, Sophia," she whined, leaning against the wall and taking a deep breath. "Remind me again why we didn't hire a moving company," she started, collapsing to the floor and grabbing her water bottle. The fact that she was out of breath meant that there was some serious physical activity taking place, for Kennedy was in awesome shape. She was the leading track star of her high school, and has been a dedicated gym rat since the beginning of college. All those years of training her body, however, was no match for carrying all the shit her and her best friend, Sophia, owned. Between the two of them, young ladies in their 20s, they had, over the years, accumulated quite a bit of products."What's even in this?" She said, knowing it was her friend's box judging by the pink sticker on the front of the box.
Michael opened the fridge only to find the milk he had been searching for greeting him instead. The smell of it was painful, and he grabbed it from its compartment in the door quickly. Taking it to the sink, he dumped the remaining liquid down the drain and washed it out with water. Sighing, he turned his attention back to the couch where his room mate, Harrison, slept comfortably. Or rather, slept like a stone. How the man managed to to work a night shift, come home, get high as a kite, and still manage to function was beyond him. It was almost five o'clock, though, and time for his shift was approaching. Michael, on the other hand, had just returned from work. At the mere age of 24, he was already a chemical engineer of a major company. He debated whether to wake up his room mate, and endure the assured harassment, or just let him sleep in.
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I have faith!!! ~~ Sophia nearly walked into the backend of Kennedy when she placed the box down on the floor and she tightened her grip on the box so it didn’t fall from her arms. Exaggerating was Kennedy’s favourite hobby and they both knew it, “Because, Ken, movers cost money and we don’t have money, remember?” she said to her as she walked past her, beginning to walk up the stairs. “Anyway we’re big, strong girls we can do this. Two more boxes and the couch and then we can crack open that bottle of wine,” she said, looking over her shoulder as her eyes lit up. Alcohol was the reward of choice after this excruciating move. She paused for a moment as she looked at the box, it had a pink sticker on it which meant it belonged to her, however she couldn’t remember what the contents were. “Shoes … maybe? Possibly my make-up?” she said with a pondering look. The box was slowly slipping from her grip since the heat inside the stairwell was getting a little too much and the beads of sweat were accumulating on her forehead. All she wanted was to sit down but before she could do that, they had one final piece of furniture to carry, “Move it, slow poke,” she said, jabbing the side of Kennedy’s leg with the point of her converse before she continued up the stairs. ~ ~ ~ Harrison was having a pleasant dream about Mila Kunis being his wife which he was very much enjoying, it was almost as if she were right there and he could reach out, grab her by the waist and- SLAM. The clanging of the metal lid of the bin in the kitchen jolted him awake and he groaned, sitting up from his position on the sofa. With bleary eyes he looked at the clock on the wall, realizing he had another three whole hours before he had to work. He worked at a warehouse downtown which wasn’t his dream job, not even close. But he didn’t mind the work plus the pay was really good, so it would do for now. “Really man?” he said, in-between a yawn and he rubbed his sleep-filled eyes. He changed his position again to standing up as he stretched his long limbs out infront of him before cracking his neck. “I think you just take great joy in waking me from my Mila Kunis naps,” he told him with narrowed eyes as he walked over to the fridge to obtain a drink of some sort. But what he was greeted with was … nothing. “You want to go food shopping,” he stated. It wasn’t a question, merely a statement, that’s why he’d been woken up. 