Boxes Everywhere [Braxton]

[CHARITY NELSON]

Charity had always known that she would end up with Braxton. They would get married eventually, and have a little house in Texas, with a big, open field for their horses, and an arena for her to train in, and it would all just be perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Sighing a little, Charity smiled as she set down one of many boxes. They had already brought most of them up to their little apartment, and were down to some of the final boxes. She paused then, putting her hands on her hips as she looked around. The small apartment was bare, less than perfect, and very much like a starter home for a newlywed couple. In a way, that was sort of what they were. Just without the official married stuff. She and Brax would have a sort of 'trial marriage' and she was just positive it was going to be fantastic.

She moved to stand in the middle of the room, watching as Tink flitted about, as if inspecting the room. She shook her head as Tinkerbell twittled her distaste for the place, and smiled, "It's not perfect, but it's ours." She shrugged a bit and moved to start unpacking things in the kitchen. They would need plates and things soon, and there were only a couple boxes left- the ones with pillows and blankets and things for the bedroom.

She was busy pulling plates out and unwrapping them, stacking them on the counter before putting them into a cabinet. She looked back over her shoulder, waiting for Braxton to come up, she couldn't reach up to the top shelf, calling out to him, "Hey Brax?" She waved off Tink's insistence that Charity could reach it if she would just fly already. Charity didn't want to fly and have Braxton catch her. That might freak him out or something.

So, she stood there on tiptoe, a pair of glasses in her hands as she tried to put them on the shelf, calling again, "Brax, a little help? I can't quite reach the top shelf to put these up there...."

[BRAXTON NIBS]

Their new apartment was located just off campus of J Barrie, around where the city went from high-street to upscale condos and lofts. Okay, that would be Brax's dream apartment here in NY. Truthfully, he found the apartment between 2nd and 3rd Ave of east 78th street. He had called his mother to tell her he graduated and was looking for an apartment. She wouldn't hear of him living in scum and squalor, but what she didn't know was that Braxton was actually looking forward to that. He didn't want her to pay for him for the rest of his life.

College was about independence and he was beginning that by buying an apartment away from campus. Alright, he had a little help. Frances their gate manager had done a bit of background searches and found the place for him. According to Frances, the apartment's last owner was an old washed up Hollywood actress that decided to move to L.A. When he signed the lease there it was not exactly glamorous. The buildings hallway's are green linoleum, the cream walls are chipped and the apartment is a third-floor walk-up -- but it was going to be home.

So far the move in had been going pretty well. He didn't have that much stuff to pack since he'd lived in dorms for the last two years of his life. It wasn't like he had any furniture to move unless he stole a few dressers and chairs from Baum (which he didn't, although it was tempting.)

"Hey Brax?"

It was a pretty good apartment all things considered. He was proud of it even though it needed fresh paint and some TLC. Braxton knew that Charity could decorate the place up and make it good as new though. He would let her pick out whatever she wanted. It was their place afterall, and he wanted her to feel part of the process. Plus, picking out color swatches, texture samples, and looking at nearly identical fixtures didn't really interest him. Decorating would definitely be Char's job in here.

Umph. The door had closed while he had walked down the stairs to grab more of Charity's boxes. What did she pack in here? Rocks? Brax just hoped it wasn't more shoes. How did girls wear so many different shoes? He thought to his own wardrobe and how he had it all packed into three boxes - including all his pairs of shoes. He would have to see about building another closet solely for her shoes if she had anymore than he'd already carried up the three, long flights of stairs to their apartment.

"Brax, a little help? I can't quite reach the top shelf to put these up there...."

Managing to open and close the door behind him without dropping the two heavy boxes was a miracle. He set them down and walked into the kitchen relieved to not be carrying them anymore. He walked up behind Charity and put his arms around her waist. Giving her a kiss on her cheek he unwrapped his arms and took the glasses from her hands. "Sure thing, sweetheart. There!" He turned around and smiled at her. Looking around at the empty boxes and still mostly empty apartment with pride he asked, "So, what do we have left? Those are the last of the boxes." Pointing at the ones left near the door.

[CHARITY NELSON]

Charity smiled as she heard Braxton set down a box and head into the kitchen. That meant she could finally get the last of those dishes put away with his help. They really didn't have a whole lot by way of dishes and pots and pans and things, but that was fine by her. She had all that she needed. She was living with Brax, which was just about as close to perfect as she could possibly get.

A small giggle escaped her as he kissed her on the cheek, "Thanks, Darlin'." As soon as the glasses were all put away, she turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck, as she seemed to think about the answer, "Well.... We don' have much furniture, so a lotta things can stay packed fer now.... We could start unpackin' the bedroom?" She shrugged a bit, just giving a suggestion, "Or we can take a break 'n find somethin' to eat...." She moved up on tiptoe for a moment, kissing him quickly with a smile, "It's up ta you though."

Charity would need to get started on food eventually, but she almost thought unpacking the bedroom would be better. That was Brax could maybe take a nap while she made something for them to eat. He had done almost all of the heavy lifting for bringing boxes up, and she was almost positive he was probably tired and hungry at that point.

Hard work always left the men hungry back on her daddy's ranch back home, so why would it be any different here? It wouldn't that was the simple answer.

Charity smirked a bit as she ran a hand through Brax's hair, ignoring Tinkerbell's annoyance with the whole thing. Tink wanted to go play with Matt, not spend all of her time doing some lame thing like moving and unpacking. She just wanted to go have fun, but Charity was in no hurry to go anywhere. Tink would just have to deal with it.

Tink left in a huff, going to find am empty box to mope in. Charity just let her go. Tink would get over it.

Smiling again, Charity pressed another kiss to Braxton's lips before turning to look at the apartment, "I still can't believe that this place is ours. We can do what we want with it. No curfew, no roommate assignments... Just us." And Tink. How could she possibly forget tink? Tinkerbell was there, and she was going to make sure that things were entertaining. And not all serious and grown-up all the time. Being grown-up was completely over-rated.

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