2- These Four Walls Close Me Within

I wanna have the same last dream again-
The one where I wake up, and I'm alive.
Just as these four walls close me within,
My eyes are opened up with pure sunlight.


"So where are we going for breakfast?" I asked.

"I was thinking we could go to that café down the block," he suggested. "You know, Café Marie."

Café Marie was down the block from my apartment. It was beautiful, but I had never actually been there; it was very expensive.

"Café Marie? Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," he told me.

" Alright, then," I agreed. "Just let me get dressed. I'll be right back."

I went to my bedroom, and changed in to a pair of faded jeans and a gray long sleeve top. I put on my boots, and grabbed my puffy purple vest from the back of the door.

"You look beautiful," Pierre said when he saw me.

"Thank you." I smiled.

"Let's go, then." And we were out the door.

**********

"Hi, I have a reservation for Pierre, at 10:00." Pierre said to the hostess when we arrived at the restaurant. He had gotten us a reservation? Wow.

"Sure, right this way," she replied, and led us to our table. She set two menus down on the table. "Your server will be with you shortly."

Awkward silence. I didn't know what to say. Pierre had said he wanted to talk about a few things, but he obviously didn't want to talk about them yet, because he wasn't saying anything.

Finally, our waitress arrived. She had red hair and freckles, and she looked vaguely familiar.

"Hi, my name is Annie, and I'll be taking care of you today. Can I start you off with something to drink?" She asked in a cheery voice.

"I'll have some orange juice," said Pierre.

"I'll take a cup of tea," I said.

"Alright, I'll be back in just a minute to take your order."

It was still awkward between us. Not a bad awkward, necessarily, but definitely… awkward. And quiet. I was pretty sure that Pierre would bring up whatever it was he wanted to talk about when he was ready, so I didn't feel the need to bring it up.

He brought it up after Annie took our order.

"So I know earlier I said I wanted to talk about something," he said.

"Yeah," I said. "What about, exactly?" Now, I felt okay asking.

"Well, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to move in… with me."

My instincts told me to spit out my tea, and say, "What?" But surprisingly, I didn't.

"Move in with you," I repeated, nodding. I took another sip of tea.

"I know what you're thinking," he said. "About your job."

Indeed, I was thinking about what I would do about my job. I was currently working at an independent music store, and I loved it. But obviously, I couldn't keep working at the store if I would be living with Pierre in Montreal, or touring with him (would he want me to go on tour with him?).

"Yeah," I said. "What would I do about my job?"

"I've already thought about it. There's a few stores in Montreal that I think would be good for you. And I talked to some of the guys at Atlantic Records, and I don't know if you'd be interested, but they are looking for some help for A&R."

Hm. A&R. I hadn't done A&R before, but it seemed like it would be pretty exciting.

"Okay," I nodded. "Okay. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. That's a great idea." I told him.

"So… you're saying you want to move in with me?"

"Yeah," I said. "Yes. Definitely." I smiled, and Pierre smiled too. I was excited to move in with him. "So when were you thinking I'd move in?" I asked.

"About that. I know it's kind of short notice, but um… how does two weeks from today sound?"

"Two weeks?"

"Well yeah," he said. "I mean, I know it's not a lot of time. But we're on tour now, and it ends in a week and a half. After that, we have a few months off. I thought it would be a good time, you know, for us to… have some time together at home before we go on tour again."

"Okay," I said. "That sounds great. I'm really excited, Pierre."

"Me too," he said.

**********

The next two weeks were a whirlwind of packing and getting ready for the move. I was undeniably nervous. I mean, I was going to live with Pierre. Well, I guess it's not that big of a deal that I'm moving in, seeing as we are engaged.

This is a new chapter in my life. It's nerve-wracking. It's terrifying. It's scary. It's mind-blowing. It's exciting.

I've known Pierre for so long that every relationship I had in between felt like a comparison to him. No guy was as good as Pierre. But will moving in with him change anything between us? We'll see each other more often, that's for sure. Will he want me to come on tour with him? God, I hope so. Now that we're engaged, I don't think I want to spend any more time away from him than I have to.


A/N- Song lyrics and chapter title are from "The Adventure" by Angels & Airwaves.