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London Entry #2 - Date Number Four (Revenge) - Part 2

Sunday

"I can't believe we got them down to 800 a month!" Foxy exclaimed, carrying a box of books into the elevator of our new building.

"It helped that it was on the market for like ever," I commented.

"I think the fact that we don't have access to the other balcony helped a bit too."

"Hm. Oh, let me get the button," I said, clicking floor 40. I myself was just carrying 4 bags of groceries.

After hitting the close door button, I stepped backwards to stand next to my fox. He immediately leaned his head on my shoulder.

After a few seconds of silence, I asked, "So, are we doing date night again. Or should we skip this week?"

Foxy thought for a second, "No, I think we can fit something in tonight. I have a surprise. I picked it up at this store I found near by."

"Oh?" I asked.

"Yeah. But it's a surprise. You'll just have to wait till we finish moving in everything."

"Deal, as long as it's good."

"Oh, trust me. It's good," Ian said a bit ominously.

Gradually, the elevator decreased speed and slowly ground to a halt.

The doors opened silently.

Foxy walked in and immediately put the heavy box on the hard wood floor, "Next time you're carrying the heavy stuff," Foxy exclaimed.

I snickered, "You were very adamant about carrying it though."

"I made a mistake," Foxy said, leaning against the brick wall that spanned the east side of the flat.

Foxy huffed, "I'm going to go lie down for a bit. There's no need to rush."

I completely agreed. We had been traveling back and forth ALL day, since 5 this morning. It was 2pm now...

Since we only were moving 30 minutes away, we tried to save some money by not hiring a moving truck. Boy was that a mistake.

Foxy's pink mini cooper could hardly hold anything. I have a maroon jeep wrangler x, so I wasn't too much better off.

Luckily this last trip was the last. I had said good bye to my apartment which I had lived in for about 2 years. Foxy and I had taken one last walk onto the Lover's Bridge.

We looked at our lock. It had begun to rust slightly, but it was still there, so that's all that mattered. Now we officially lived in Absolution, our small state's capitol.

About half an hour ago we had went to a local Russian market, Foxy's idea, trust me. I'm not really sure if Foxy likes Russian food but he keeps making it for me, so I guess he doesn't mind eating it.

I watched Foxy walk over to our new couch which the store had kindly delivered and set up. The couch was massive. It needed to be to fill the space. It was white and was U-shaped. A circular foot rest lay in the middle.

Finding the right couch took way to long, but Foxy was determined to find the right one. Eventually we had found that one and instantly fell in love with it.

I watched as Foxy flopped onto the curved part of the couch, pulling a pillow under his head.

He took a near by remote and flipped on our giant flat screen that I had bought a year or so ago. Hitting the menu button, Foxy typed in MUSIC and suddenly the screen was dominated by countless music channels.

After scrolling through a few, Ian settled on a Smooth Jazz channel. The screen turned black for a second and then suddenly the flat was awash in smooth jazz.

Foxy flipped over onto his back, closing his eyes.

Wanting to join in, I walked into the kitchen. I smiled at the VERY colourful kitchen appliances. Since Foxy was going to be cooking the most (I don't cook. I mean, I burn cookies, for God's sake!) so I let him pick out all the appliances.

The microwave was a canary yellow. The toaster was a sky blue. The oven was a pastel green, and the fridge was a red. On the walls were several paintings by Foxy's favourite artists, Dali, Joan Miro and a few others that I have no clue who they are. They too were very colourful and very abstract.

I opened up the fridge. It glided open easily. I spent a minute or so sorting the groceries into their respective categories. After another minute or so, I had placed all the groceries away. I shut the fridge with a satisfying thud.

I walked over to the couch which was right next to the giant ass window. The sound of saxophone drifted into my ears as I walked around the couch and climbed next to Foxy. Foxy, feeling me gently get onto the couch, scooted over a little bit.

I propped my legs onto the ottoman. Foxy scooted up so the back of his head lay on my lap. I looked down at my fox. He looked back up at me with his endless emerald eyes.

After a second, he closed them and tilted his head backwards so that his white neck was exposed. I put my left arm over his chest. With my right paw, I fixed one of his ears that was bent awkwardly.

The warm sunlight and the sound of smooth jazz eventually lulled us both to sleep.

We awoke several hours later.