Y/n was putting the finishing touches on everything for her new home, a wave of excitement washing over her. She'd been eager to escape her cramped apartment for what felt like forever.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Aaron helped me so much with his house, and now I finally get to move out of this tiny place!” She ran around the room, packing the last of her belongings.
Unfortunately, the sheer volume of her possessions was daunting. She’d already called the movers, and they were scheduled to load the boxes onto trucks and transport them to her new address. Looking around, she realized how much she'd accumulated. All that remained was the couch, a standard fixture of the apartment complex.
She glanced at her phone. It was one o’clock.
“I should head over to the house,” she muttered to herself, a sheepish smile playing on her lips.
Y/n gathered the remaining items and headed to her car, stowing them in the trunk. She slid into the driver’s seat, turned the key in the ignition, and drove towards her new home.
As she drove, she turned on the radio, eager for some music to accompany her. She scanned the dial, searching for a familiar song. When one of her favorites came on, she couldn’t resist singing along, rocking out in her seat.
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Finally arriving at her new house, Y/n was surprised to see no moving trucks in the driveway. They were visible in the distance. She shrugged it off, assuming they were still unloading. Soon enough, the trucks pulled up, and the movers began to unload her belongings. "I just realized how much stuff I had in that apartment, no wonder it felt so cramped. Well, I should get to unpacking." She sighed, glancing at the mountain of boxes. “Ugh! Why did I pack so much?” she groaned.
Then she noticed them. A girl with jet black hair and orange-brownish eyes held a basket of fruit. Next to her stood another figure with black hair and dark gray eyes. They were strikingly similar. She noticed his clothing, or lack thereof. “Seriously, put a shirt on, bro. You don’t want to be a lady magnet, now do you?” Y/n smirked.
The girl burst into laughter, nearly losing her balance. She composed herself enough to speak.
“Well, my name is Aphmau, and this is Aaron,” she introduced herself and the man.
Y/n’s smile widened. “It’s good to see you again after you helped me so many times, big bro.”
“Well, nice to see you, Nugget,” Aaron replied.