Time Warp: The 59th Street Bridge Song (Josh)
Jul 5, 2012 19:20:41 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Sean Neville on Jul 5, 2012 19:20:41 GMT -5
((OOC: Also known as "Feeling Groovy."))
June 1979.
They had signed the least to begin on the first of the month, but the landlord had been kind enough to let them have furniture deliveries a few days early, since the apartment was otherwise vacated. It made the actual process of moving a little more pleasant, since, come the actual moving day, they already had beds, desks, and a kitchen table waiting for them.
First and last months’ rent had been due at signing the lease; half had come from Sean’s parents, and the other half from Josh’s parents. That had helped to make it feel more equal between the parent sets, and it had also helped to make it feel like theirs for the young men.
Paying, and even the furniture deliveries, had paled in that regard when compared with the actual act of moving. Getting the boxes up the stairs wasn’t too bad; they were both young and in shape, and besides, Josh’s brother Matthew had come downtown to help them with the task. Between the three of them, it had only taken a couple of hours to move everything upstairs. Sean had offered to buy Matt pizza – since there was no way to cook with the apartment a mess – to thank him, but the other young man had politely refused. Instead, he had wished Sean and Josh luck with getting everything organized and left the apartment after taking a rest break.
That had left the two of them alone in the apartment. Sean had shut the door to give them privacy, and then he had watched from the window as Matt Bernstein eventually exited the front door of the apartment building and retreated down the street towards the subway.
As soon as he lost sight of Josh’s brother, he moved from the window and wrapped an arm around his boyfriend. Drawing him close, he kissed him softly, before saying, “It’s all ours. We never have to worry about privacy again.”
Living with Greg had been fine, since their blond friend had no reason to judge them. Still, they were subject to University housing policies, and not everyone at the school was so accepting. Likewise, Josh’s roommate hadn’t been in the know. Having an apartment of their own was much better.
June 1979.
They had signed the least to begin on the first of the month, but the landlord had been kind enough to let them have furniture deliveries a few days early, since the apartment was otherwise vacated. It made the actual process of moving a little more pleasant, since, come the actual moving day, they already had beds, desks, and a kitchen table waiting for them.
First and last months’ rent had been due at signing the lease; half had come from Sean’s parents, and the other half from Josh’s parents. That had helped to make it feel more equal between the parent sets, and it had also helped to make it feel like theirs for the young men.
Paying, and even the furniture deliveries, had paled in that regard when compared with the actual act of moving. Getting the boxes up the stairs wasn’t too bad; they were both young and in shape, and besides, Josh’s brother Matthew had come downtown to help them with the task. Between the three of them, it had only taken a couple of hours to move everything upstairs. Sean had offered to buy Matt pizza – since there was no way to cook with the apartment a mess – to thank him, but the other young man had politely refused. Instead, he had wished Sean and Josh luck with getting everything organized and left the apartment after taking a rest break.
That had left the two of them alone in the apartment. Sean had shut the door to give them privacy, and then he had watched from the window as Matt Bernstein eventually exited the front door of the apartment building and retreated down the street towards the subway.
As soon as he lost sight of Josh’s brother, he moved from the window and wrapped an arm around his boyfriend. Drawing him close, he kissed him softly, before saying, “It’s all ours. We never have to worry about privacy again.”
Living with Greg had been fine, since their blond friend had no reason to judge them. Still, they were subject to University housing policies, and not everyone at the school was so accepting. Likewise, Josh’s roommate hadn’t been in the know. Having an apartment of their own was much better.
