Page 141 of When You Had Me Adapting

“You didn’t think I forgot did you?” he asks.

“No, I…”

“I know,” he says. After another quick kiss, I make my way out of the Jeep. He honks his horn when I make it to the door and I turn to see him backing out. My nerves fully set in when I turn the key, letting myself into the place Poppy and I have called home for three years.

“You here?” I yell, walking into our apartment. She walks out of her room.

“Hey, how was today? What was the big surprise?” she asks.

“Can we sit?” I gesture toward the sofa and close the door behind me.

“Sure.” She shrugs. “Is everything okay?” We both walk over and sit on the sofa, each taking our usual spots.

“Oh yeah. Jace took me to a house today.”

“A house? Like his dad’s house?”

“No, he took me to see a house that’s for sale.”

“Oh, wow. So, he’s staying? That’s so great.”

“Yeah, um, well, fuck,” I try again. “He took me to see a house that’s for sale because he wants us to buy it. He asked me to move in with him and I know we’ve been here for a long time and I don’t want you to freak out about a roommate, so I was thinking maybe you could talk to Wren and she could take over the lease for me when it ends next month. I mean she’s not me, but I think she would be fun to live with.”

Poppy laughs and tears run down her cheeks.

“What’s so funny?” I ask, suddenly extremely confused.

“Nothing.” She tries to catch her breath. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the same thing and I’ve been so scared. Logan and I’ve been looking for our own place. We’ve been considering it all summer, especially since the parent who almost got him fired lives across the hall from him. She’s been fine, but running into her is getting hella awkward.”

“You’re kidding?” I begin to laugh too.

“No. Actually, the other day when you got home I was looking at places on my computer. I almost told you then, but I couldn’t do it. As much as I love Logan, I love living with you.”

“I know.” I pout. “This is weird. We’re going to be living with boys.”

“Super weird. Although, Logan is a lot cleaner than you are, so it might not be that bad.”

“You’re hilarious,” I deadpan.

“Wait a house? This is huge. What’s it like? Do you have pictures?”

I grab my phone and swipe up. I show her the pictures I snapped while we toured the home that will hopefully one day be ours.

“Goodness, the island is beautiful,” she says.

“Isn’t it great? It’s super sturdy.”

“Do I want to know what that means?”

I snicker to myself, then continue to swipe through the pictures. When I’m done, I set my phone back down on the coffee table.

“I’m so happy for you,” she says, wrapping me in a hug.

“I’m happy for you, too, babe. Are you and Logan looking for a house? Maybe one will go up for sale on the same street?” I laugh.

“I think we might rent for another year,” she says. “Finding an apartment that’s decent is impossible though. Do you realize how good we have it here? Nothing is as nice, and if it is, it’s like triple the price.”

“Why doesn’t he move in here?”

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