KEPA ARRIZABALAGA X ANNA

ANNA

Being in your 20s, moving out of your parents' house into an own appartement you share with some strange faces, who quickly become your second family and suddenly having the mission to care for yourself, can be overwhelming. Especially if you have to do all of that in such a big city like London.
It's being six months since I moved out of my former house and started studying in London. I met a few friends and can happily announce that my appartement choice was right. I share an appartement with my friends Laura, Nyck and Miles, who are all students as well.
Nyck is studying to be a physiotherapist and currently does an internship and Chelsea — how he got in is still a unfolded mystery.  However, due to his internship and his ability to talk to literally everybody, we usually have people around from Chelsea. Mostly, it's Mason, Kepa and Ben, who like to check in, often, when non of them was in the supermarket the day before and now looked for some food to eat. It's nice though. The boys are nice and... they usually bring a nice gift with them. A bottle of wine, some decoration etc.
It's Wednesday and just like any other day, the boys are here playing FIFA. I'm in my room, working myself through my closet to find something to throw away because there's no space left for the new things, I bought yesterday.
„Honestly, I need a bigger closer!", I groan as loud as possible, so that everybody hears it. I look over my full room in which no space is left for anything. I groan again: „And a bigger room!"
Because nobody answers me, I decide to get out of the room and try again: „You listened? I need a bigger room, with a bigger closet!"
„Aha", is all I get. I snort and look at Nyck, Miles, Ben and Mason on the sofa.
„Sorry to bother you with my problem!", I murmur and move to the kitchen, where Kepa is standing and making a sandwich for himself. I stand close to him and steal a piece of his bread, putting it in my mouth.
„Ey!"
I grin and him and steal another piece — this time of the cheese.
„About the closet — I guess it means you have too many clothes!", he says to which I disagree.
„Oh I really think you do!", he states.
„Pfff, a girl can't have too many clothes!"
„Of course she can. It happens, when there's no space left in your closet!"
„Oh shut up!"
Kepa starts laughing and leans against the kitchen table. He bites his sandwich and a grin of enjoyment crawls onto his lips.
„But I guess I'm going to need another closet as well!"
„Why?"
„My mum moved back to spain and now I have to do the laundry. But I have no idea how the hell the laundry thing is working, so I basically just buy new clothes whenever I need some! I tried to find some guys to show me, but they basically all said: welcome to the real world, honey. It sticks. You're gonna love it and I was like — no real world is shit, I hate it already and I don't want this shitty laundry thing in my basement. I just want clean clothes without it!", he confesses. I can't help but start laughing wildly. I even come closer and hug him.
„Jezus, you're such a baby!", I laugh, half crying. Kepa snorts.
„Don't laugh at me. Stop it!"
„No, don't be mad!", I smile and stroke his hair.
„I'll show you how the laundry thing works!"
Kepa looks down at me.
„Can't you just put them in it and turn it on? I'll even give you some money, if you do it!"
I shake my head and pat his cheek.
„No honey, we're going to have a laundry date!"
„Date is the only thing that sounds good about it!", he smirks.