A New Year 2008

[Jacky]

The new place was empty when we entered it. It smelled like wood, paint, and an overdose of soapy stuff. It only smelled like wood last time we were here. That was when we decided to buy it. The place got cleaned up since then, and repainted and god knows what else. In a month it was ready to move into, so here we are. And it looks great.

Jesus, it was about time for a change. After all the shit that happened, I was more than ready to leave the house that I'd been living in for over five years or something. The old place had ghosts in them. Like a bedroom that never changed since Giselle's death. Which was never occupied anymore either. A vibe of stress and unhappiness which lingered from the months that Che and me quit using coke. Just.. a lot of stuff that didn't work anymore. And too much paparazzi at the door.

Avoiding walking into one of the million moving-boxes I make my way over to Anouk who I find in the livingroom. "Dibs on the basement. I'm so building the biggest gameroom ever there." I inform her with a smirk.

[Daz]

"Hmm?" I glance beside me to meet his age-old smirk.
With my arms crossed around me I was in a day dream staring out of the window, thinking about all the shit that'd brought me to this point. A point which I'm sure anyone else would welcome with open arms. To me it was just like a nightmare. This clean, bright, beautiful house seems out of place in our lifestyles. The dim mess of the last one suited it a lot better. And it bugs me that I never worked for any of it. I don't believe in luck, I haven't done in quite some time... so instead I feel undeserving about this whole thing. I feel a fake. Like I really am just a figure on the front of a tabloid magazine. Just some glossy outline of a person that noone really knows anymore. Because I barely know myself.
My lips give Jack the slightest smile, "Yea, whatever. As long as you get Air Hockey."

[Jacky]

"I'll challenge you for the first game." I promise her. I make my way over to her and put an arm around her shoulders. Out of all of us, she seems most uncomfortable about moving. It was a relief to most of us, but... I don't know. Maybe it takes some getting used to or something.

"Wanna go upstairs and pick a room?" I suggest. "Uh.. ..For you." I add, cos it sounded like a cheesey pick-up line.

[Daz]

My smile turns into a grin, "Haha, Yea... Alright." I reach up to run a hand through my hair as I follow him to the Hall, "When are we gonna unpack all this stuff? I bet it'll hang around inboxes for about 10 years."

[Jacky]

"Yeah probably. Or we could get someone to do if for us." We head up the stairs together to the second floor where the bedrooms are. The big stuff has been moved already, mostly. Like cupboards and beds and stuff like that. But not everything's got a place yet. I picked a room earlier, so my bed ended up there but most of all it's chaos on the second floor as well.

[Daz]

"What ones are taken?" I ask, because I haven't really checked out this new place as much as the others, "Are they all basically the same?"

[Jacky]

"Uh, I think only I picked one so far. They're pretty different so you should just check 'em out." I suggest. "One's got a fireplace."

[Daz]

"That's nice." I look down the hall, where all the bedroom door's and other things are. I feel silly having the luxury to pick one out, so instead I just wince my eyes a little... "Pick one for me."

[Jacky]

"Why? Unless you plan on leaving us in the next weeks or something, you're gonna be stuck with this room for a while yknow." I smirk, "You might wanna pick on you actually like."

[Daz]

"I'm sure the're all pretty nice though, I mean.. it'll be hard to pick. I feel stupid picking. Like a... fat kid in a candystore that... doesn't have any quarters."