Free-Jones Apartment
New York City
United States of America
July 2119
New York City
United States of America
July 2119
When they were discussing the logistics of
their apartment, one of Elena’s requests was enough space for her own
materials. Ansel blinked (he had been sketching a rough layout of their dream
apartment) and asked her to specify. Elena then turned a light pink and mumbled
that she needed space for her different art materials.
He just smiled and added “more space for
Lena” as a footnote.
Elena’s requests actually made the whole
hunting process much easier for them. They crossed off apartments that seemed
too small, apartments that were made for easy living and not for stay-at-home
working. Upon finding The Apartment, Ansel and Elena were ready to fix their
own individual workspaces.
Elena wanted a place where she could
concentrate on the different forms of her craft. She needed a place where she
could fit shelves for her scrapbooks; she needed a place where
her different coloring materials could fit. On another hand, she also needed a
place where she could graphic design with ease on her laptop.
In her old apartment, her study was nearly
a mess as everything was all over the place. Markers mixed with paintbrushes
and watercolors, for some reason, ended up where she put her ball pens and
highlighters. She didn’t sort her scrapbooks according to newness and sometimes
ended up drawing in ones that hadn’t been opened yet. Different novels were
scattered on the floor, ones to be read stacked in piles and affixed with a red
sticky note.
(Whenever Amelia visited, the older lady
would huff and proceed to tidy up the hurricane that was Elena’s office. Elena
would grin sheepishly and try to help, to which Amelia always swatted her hand
away and asked her to make them some coffee.)
Visiting Ansel and observing how he took
care of his apartment made her shrink slightly upon realizing that if they ever
moved together, Elena needed to get her shit together – figuratively and
literally.
“How’s your fixing going, Lena?” Ansel asked.
He had been in the kitchen, cooking up something for both of them while Elena
set up. “Do you need help?”
“Nah – I can do this on my own,” she
replied. Elena stood up and wiped her face with the face towel, “Though I could
use some of your miracle cooking. What did you make us?”
“Nothing special. Just a tuna sandwich and
a hazelnut banana one,” he gestured to the two plates in his hands, “Which one
do you want?” Without replying, Elena came forward and kissed his cheek as she
took the plate containing the banana-hazelnut sandwich. This made Ansel smile
amusedly, “Of course.”
“You’re
the one who wants to try and lessen their sugar intake.” She poked his nose
with her free finger and then proceeded to bite into the sandwich, closing her
eyes. “Ansel. Why don’t you work for the coffee shop like me?”
“I’m thankful for the offer, but I think
I’ll do better behind the camera.” He flashed a smile and ushered her to the
dining area, Elena taking a seat and continuing to eat. “How’s your office
going?”
“It’s alright, really.” Elena set down the
sandwich and wiped her mouth. “Bleh. I just need to figure out where my boxes
go.”
“Boxes?”
“Mhm – the boxes for my spare sketchpads,”
she explained. “I keep my current ones on the shelves, the new ones in a white box,
and the old ones in a black one,” she listed. “Then for cabinets, the first
drawer will contain my different drawing tools, the second will have different
paints, and…” she made a face, “Fuck. I don’t know what the third drawer will
have.”
Ansel thought about it for a moment.
“Brushes?”
“Nah, they’re in the second drawer. Fuck
it,” she exhaled. “I’ll figure it all out later. After I eat.” He nodded and
the two ate in comfortable silence, Elena thinking deeply about which materials
went where. She shifted in the set and Ansel noticed.
“…what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s – it’s just, I’ve never been
the most organized person,” she admitted. Ansel listened. “In my old apartment,
all my shit was just scattered about. Amelia would always tidy up when she’d come
over. In fact, she’d call my workspace a hurricane,” she said with a dry tone,
to which Ansel had to smile at. “But everything would always go back to being a
mess and I figured, eh. Might as well just leave everything in a state of
disarray.”
“But why the change of heart?”
Elena hesitated. “I saw your apartment.
Rather – your study space. Or your working area, whatever. I saw how neat it
was and just felt really damn embarrassed,” she muttered, cheeks turning pink.
Ansel blinked, “It’s weird because you’d expect a girl to be really neat,
color-coded, and organized. But I just chuck stuff into drawers and barely
arrange anything right. Even my palettes on Photoshop aren’t arranged that
well. Probably explains why I don’t have my life set right,” she joked.
She noticed the troubled look on Ansel’s
face and rushed another explanation, “It’s not your fault, okay? It’s more
like…it’s more of a wake up call for me. I’m an adult. I should get my shit
together.” She waved it off and bit into her sandwich again, meeting Ansel’s
gaze. “Free.”
“Sorry.” He attempted to smile again, “I
didn’t know my being a neat-freak would end up making you change. Even just a
bit.”
“It’s a positive change,” she assured him.
“A really good change. Trust me. Plus, I don’t want my paints to scatter. We’re
sharing an office, after all, and I know that messy conditions aren’t exactly
the best…considering the intense editing you have to do.”
“I’ve gone through worse.” Ansel patted her
hand, “I don’t think your ‘mess’ can top that.”
“Top…?”
“It’s a long story.” He glanced back at
their office, where he could already spot the different-colored boxes. “I’ll
tell it later. But for now, I think I have a few things which can help you
out.”
* *
* * *
It took them the rest of the day, but they
were able to finish Elena’s side.
She had a long desk; beside it was a
cabinet of the same color with three different divisions. With Ansel’s quick
thinking, the two were able to label the different divisions just as Elena
specified. Under the desk were two boxes stacked on top of each other, one
labeled ‘NEW’ and the other labeled ‘OLD’.
On the desk a lamp which she brought from
her old apartment. Next to the lamp was a small houseplant, which needed little
maintenance (Ansel picked it out for her). Other things on her desk included
the following: Elena’s current sketchbook, a penholder that contained USBs, and
her external drive. The laptop was plugged in and charging.
There was a large corkboard set up above
her desk, then a few bookshelves. The corkboard was still bare, but the
bookshelves already held a few novels as well as magazines and graphic novels
here and there.
Elena grinned at what she and Ansel were
able to accomplish. “This went better than I expected, Retel.”
“See?” he pulled Elena closer to him and
ruffled her hair affectionately, “Told you we’d be able to pull it off.” She
gave a satisfied hum and turned to her soul mate, planting a light kiss on his
lips. The male grinned.
“I think you deserve a reward–”
“The reward is for you, sweetheart.” Ansel
winked at her and Elena flushed red. “Come on. We’ll work on mine tomorrow.”
“You think I can help out?”
He took her hand and squeezed lightly, “I’m
already looking forward to it.”
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