She asked him to talk to her about the places that he had found for them to live. He mentioned the name Greenwich Village, and she knew Mother would approve. The sound of the living complex sounded rich, and she knew her mother would never approve something that sounded cheap. She asked him to take her there. He did just as she said, of course.
He told her about the location, bounded by Broadway on the east, the 7th Avenue on the west, Houston Street on the South, and 14th Street on the North. He heard her laugh. He knew why. Their parents would be pleased with the top street names in New York so close. Every bragging right our parents could grasp they took. He took her inside to the realtors.
She saw so many pictures of scenic homes that Rylan had picked out. He knew her taste in homes. This was the perfect place for her, and her parent’s approval. There was one house that really stuck out at her. It wasn’t exactly in the city. It was a simple little cottage home on a private drive with water entrance to a lake. She was going to have to change a lot of the furniture; Mother would not approve dated floral. Everything about this house invited her in, she was so pleased. He knew this one would be her favorite. She was so predictable.
They both told their parents they were sharing the house with another because it was so big. Rylan told his parents it was another male, and Remington told her parents it was another female. Little did they know they were staying with each other. It didn’t take long for them to get moved in. Most everything came with the house. She was not content with some of the floral furniture. He knew she wouldn’t. She found exactly what she wanted, and she knew he would like it, too. Of course, he did. He was so predictable.
by Lynnsey
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