Fucking a million flights of stairs and suddenly leaving your two timing ex was looking like a bad idea. Okay, not really, but you were regretting picking the apartment four flights up. And the damn elevator was broken, how very convenient and pretty much the story of your life. Luckily the movers were able to get the large furniture up the day before and now it was the small shit you had to lug up the damn stairs. You made good timing by leaving the boxes in front of your door, piled up together instead of dragging each one into the apartment. That way you didn’t have the seduction of the comfy couch becking to you.
A/N: This is for @girl-next-door-writes celebration challenge! I had the song ‘I Miss You’ by Blink -182. Also I’m a complete procrastinator and wrote this last minute, but I think it’s pretty good! Forgive me WW!