𝙄𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑:
"Iz! Are you ready to go?" Will called from the bottom of the stairs.
"Just about!" I shouted back. "I've just got to pack up this last box of books."
I grinned to myself. I was so excited to be moving in with Will. I'd had a crush on him for as long as I could remember. But I'd never told him how I felt. I was too afraid of ruining our friendship.

"Here, let me help you with that," Will said, taking the box from me.
"Thanks," I said. "I can't believe how much stuff I've accumulated over the years."
"Tell me about it," Will said. "I'm still finding things I didn't know I had from when I moved into this place."
We carried the box downstairs and out to Will's van. It was packed to the brim with my belongings.
"Wow," I said. "I didn't realize I had so much stuff."
"Me neither," Will said. "But don't worry, we'll get it all moved."

We spent the next few hours loading up the van. It was hard work, but we didn't mind. We were too busy laughing and joking around.
"Okay, I think that's everything," Will said, wiping his brow.
"Great," I said. "Let's get this show on the road."

Will got into the driver's seat, and I got in the passenger seat. We set off for Will's flat.
The drive was quiet. I could feel Will's eyes on me, but he didn't turn to look at me. I was too nervous.
"So," I said, "how long have you lived in your flat?"
"A few years now," Will said. "I bought it after I started making some money from YouTube."
"That's amazing," I said. "I'm so proud of you."
"Thanks," Will said. "It means a lot."

We pulled up to Will's flat. It was a small, two-bedroom flat in a quiet neighborhood.
"It's not much," Will said, "but it's home."
"It's perfect," I said. "I can't wait to move in."
We unloaded the van and carried everything into the flat. It was a bit of a squeeze, but we managed to get everything inside.
"Okay, I think we're done," Will said, collapsing onto the sofa.
"I'm exhausted," I said, "but I'm so glad to be here."

"Me too," Will said. "It's going to be great having you here."
I smiled at him. "I think so too."
We sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying each other's company.
"So," I said, "where's my room?"
"Upstairs," Will said. "Come on, I'll show you."

We went upstairs, and Will showed me my room. It was a small room, but it was perfect for me. It had a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe.
"I love it," I said. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Will said. "I'm glad you like it."
We went back downstairs and ordered a pizza. We ate it in front of the TV, talking and laughing.
It was getting late, so I decided to go to bed.
"Goodnight," I said to Will.
"Goodnight," he said. "I'll see you in the morning."

I went upstairs, and Will stayed downstairs for a while longer. I was still buzzing from the day's events. I couldn't believe that I was finally living with Will. I was so happy.
I lay in bed, thinking about Will. I wondered if he felt the same way about me as I felt about him. I hoped so.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face.