5.

"Do you have a certain time to be home?" He asks as he stuffs his hands in his jeans pockets. I'm walking beside him, as he lead us up to an apartment complex.

We walk up the steps, and I hesitate as he types in a number on the keypad. A beeping noise sounds after, letting us know the door is now unlocked. Ed reaches out, turning the door handle, pushing it open.

I follow behind, looking at the stairs that seem to build up. I looked up, seeing at least five flights as the one single light shown in the center of the ceiling, lighting the whole building. "I'm just on the second floor," Ed reassures me, nodding upwards.

We start to climb the stairs and I'm super careful to grab into the railing. These stairs themselves don't look clean whatsoever. My apartment was a bit nicer, knowing it had been built a couple months before we moved in one of the flights.

Once we reached the white door that seemed to be his, he inserted a key he pulled from his pocket, unlocking it. "I apologize for the mess; I live here alone and don't have many people coming and going. Actually, none at all," his voice quieted down as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind us.

I looked around at the small flat; there was a kitchen to the side with a fridge and a little bit of counter space by the oven. Off to the other side, a couch was shoved to the wall. A medium sized television rested on a stand in front of it.

Ed walked to what I assumed his bedroom, leaving me to where I stood by the door. I clutched the hoodie tighter to me, feeling a small gust of coldness hitting me. He walked out a second later, catching my eye and smiling shyly.

"The washing machine is in my bedroom so I had to throw some things in my closet," he laughs, waving me to join him. Usually I would be freaked out with joining some guy I just met yesterday to his apartment, much less his bedroom. I carefully followed him, as he pointed to the small machines he had by his bed.

I ignored the washer and dryer for a second, looking to his messy bed. A couple pairs of demon jeans were strewn across the comforter. The colors of the bed sheets happened to be a light orange, just like his hair. I let out a chuckle, knowing it matched the color of his hair. Usually-that I've heard-gingers never want to clash certain colors with their hair.

"What? Is there something over there that I didn't throw into the closet?" Ed worries, trying to look to the same direction my eyes trailed towards.

I bit my lip, holding back my continued giggles as he held a confused look on his face. "Nothing, I swear," I laugh, still trying to hold in the laughter. It didn't help.

"Well," Ed started, ignoring my idiotcy, as he started turning knobs and such on the washing machine. "Just your shirt?" He nods to my shirt that is bawled up into my hands.

"Well, my pants are messed up as well but I kind of don't have an extra pair of them to wear as they wash..." I tell him this, not even thinking that I might have been hinting I needed something to wear as they washed.

"Hold on, I have a pair of shorts." I blushed as he began to rumble through his dresser for me.

"You really don't have to, I can just wash my shirt and that's it," I try at getting out of his hospitality but it simply wasn't working.

"Nonsense, I insist," Ed smiles as he hands me a pair of shorts. They're kind of big but gladly they have drawstrings on them.

"Goodness, I'm sorry for wearing all your clothes," I laugh, taking them from him.

Crinkles by his eyes started to form as he shook his head, smiling. "Like I said, it's no problem, Rhy."

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sHE NEEDS TO TAKE HIS WHOLE DRESSER AND RUN