All my problems haven’t gone away, but for the first time, I’m not worried about those problems, because I have Genevieve.
At least I don’t have my dad as an issue anymore.
There is a knock on the door. It must be the chinese food delivery guy,Genevieve ordered all of us food from a Chinese place she claims to be the best, called Mr. Hui’s. After Lana and Derek dressed themselves and overcame their embarrassment, we all had a nice talk. Genevieve told Lana she was moving and there were tears. Even Derek shed a few just watching the girls hug and cry. I knew the bastard had become soft since he left.
As for me I couldn’t be happier to be gaining a new roommate, although I do feel sort of guilty leaving Lana high and dry. Hopefully she’ll be okay and know that can visit whenever she wants.
Genevieve grabs the food she bought for us four, and opens all the containers and sets them down on the coffee table so we can build our own plates and share family style. I add a little bit of everything to my paper plate, when Genevieve returns with a pink liquor bottle of something called Pink Whitney. Whatever that is, it looks scary, but it also kind of looks like pink gatorade.
“You guys didn’t think we were going to let you stay in our college dorm without drinking Pink Whitney did ya? Not to mention it’s basically my last night of college,” Genevieve says.
“Gen you were barely in college, no offense,” Lana says.
I laugh at that, and so does Genevieve. I still don’t know everything about Genevieve and her college career, but I know that she wasn’t really into it from the beginning. Where Lana is an academic weapon. So Genevieve dropping out to move in with me was an easy decision.
Genevieve sets down shot glasses that I didn’t even notice were in her other hand and fills them all up all the way to the rim, leaving no room for grace.
“Drink up boys,” she says in her sexy, playful voice that I love.
“Here’s to Gen’s last night of college,” Lana announces.
“Cheers!” We all say in unison, then shoot our shots back.
“That actually wasn’t too bad, kinda tastes like pink lemonade,” Derek says.
“That’s exactly what it tastes like,” I add.
“I’m glad you guys like it, because tonight we will be finishing the bottle,” Genevieve says. I love how bossy she gets, she can tell me to do anything and I’ll do it.
“Does anyone want to play drunk jenga?” Lana asks.
“No!” The three of us shout in unison.
“Jeez, fine then,” Lana replies.
“Alright so since I fed you guys and got you guys booze, you losers are all helping me pack,” Genevieve says with a mischievous grin. She tricked us, but that’s nothing new. I have to admit, I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life having Genevieve Brown manipulate me. As long as I’m with her.
So that’s exactly what we do. It wasn’t like Genevieve had any furniture so that was good. She just has a whole lot of clothes like, enough to stock three Gucci stores. At least I think… I’ve never been into a Gucci store before.
I’ve never seen one single person own so many pieces of clothing. But to be fair, I’ve never once seen her repeat the same outfit. I’m the one who always wears the same Patagonia shirt like it’s the only shirt I own. But to each their own.
I overhear Derek telling Lana a funny story about the two of us where he makes me sound like a dumbass and himself sound super cool.
If he thinks he’s gonna play it cool, he’s got another thing coming. I’ve got so much dirt on him, all I have to do is open my mouth and that will shrink his head, or dick.
Either works.
I’ll keep quiet for now, but if he throws me under the bus, I’m bringing him with me.
Lana helps pack Genevieve's shoes into garbage bags while Derek just sits and watches Lana. I swear, the guy is in love with her.
Genevieve is packing all of her makeup and toiletries while I fill up all of the suitcases Genevieve owns with clothes. Which I swear is the most stressful job. Together we make good progress and are able to get done much sooner than any of us really expected.
It’s hard to believe that just yesterday I wasn’t even sure I should make the trip, now I’m packing up her life into mine.
Genevieve walks into the room and spots one last thing hung up that none of us knew where to put, it looked too delicate to fold, her fur coat. Lana told me it was about seven thousand dollars give or take so that alone told me to not touch. Genevieve slips it off the hanger and hands it to Lana.
“Here, I want you to have this,” Genevieve tells Lana.
