Who: Alex & Beck What: Moving! Where: Alex & Beck's apartments When: Thursday night
"Oh my Golden Goddesses Blanche, Sophia, Rose, and Dorothy, I am never moving again in my life," Alex lamented and gave an exaggerated groan to accompany his compliant. He and Beck had been moving his stuff into Beck's apartment for what felt like two lifetimes and they still weren't done yet.
Surprisingly, Alex had been pulling his weight unlike the last time the two had moved in together after Seychelles. He had definitely lagged behind and moved less than his share, but he was more active this time around. Over tired and a little miserable, but more active. He was happier, too. Maybe even lighter. Alex always felt at home with Beck. The other man had been his very first thought when Alex realized that he couldn't call Boston home. Beck and home went hand-in-hand so now that they were back together as roommates all felt right in the world of Alex Valentine.
Hands on his hips, he stood before his overstuffed closet of clothes and tried to assess the situation. The majority of his stuff had been moved into Beck's apartment. This was one of the last things to move besides his art stuff. There were a bunch of sketch books, boxes of paints, and canvases. Those seemed like a much easier thing to tackle whereas his closet was out of control. How the hell had he brought this much clothing from Boston? And more importantly, how much had the airline charged him for baggage? Alex shook his head and he was back to thinking about the logistics of moving.
Alex huffed and groaned again. "I hate this more than bitches hate other bitches."