Declan was extremely relieved when Flora didn't chastise him or act upset for being rude. "Oh thank you." he smiled warmly realizing she wanted to be on her way. He had really hoped that she would stay and have some tea with him but this would just make for another great poem.
"Well alright. I shall see you later." Declan was still smiling warmly as he waited for her to go. Once she'd left he went and sat on his small couch, waiting for the time when he'd be picked up.
The van arrived promptly on time and a jovial man stepped out and went to knock on Declan's door. When it was opened, he introduced himself, his accent a thick, Scottish drawl. "Goodmornin' t' you young man," he smiled. "I'm here t' pick up yer stuff, alrigh'?"
Meanwhile, Flora was up on the moors, looking down at the miniature removal van arrive at Declan's house. From up there, the whole place looked like a model village or a play set put out by a small child. She almost expected a grabbing hand to reach out of the air and pick up a house or something. She stared at Declan's front door, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but it was too far away for her to tell.
"Good morning." Declan said when he opened the door. He was a little surprised that the van was here so early; Flora had said a little later so he didn't expect it at this time. "Everything I want to take is all packed up in boxes." he told the man smiling gently at the accent he had.
Declan went back inside to help take his boxes out. He wasn't a man who let others do everything for him. He wasn't used to that sort of life anyway. He carried a couple boxes stacked on each other out to the van to help.
The man was obviously used to shifting heavy loads, so with Declan's help the van was loaded with all of his possessions is a very short amount of time. After closing the van's back doors, the man turned to Declan and smiled. "I'll ge' this up t' the house fer you," he promised. "D'you wan' t' come with me, or go on yer own later?"
Flora was so engrosed in her daydreams that she didn't realise the time until the clock in the church tower down in the village chimed the hour. She never swore, but she felt close to doing so then. She knew how annoyed her mother would be if she was late, so she set off home as fast as she could.
Declan managed to get a few more boxes. There wasn't much but it still felt nice to help. Escpecially since it was his stuff. "Uh I'd enjoy a ride thank you." Declan decided. The male didn't have have a car of his own and usually just got a ride whenever he could though he didn't go very many places. Declan was a writer after all.
Once in the van he noticed someone scurrying from far away. It looked like Flora. "Hey that looks like Miss Deramore." Declan couldn't disguise the excitement in his voice. "Wait for a moment until she comes. If it's her we'll give her a ride." Declan requested. He called out to her from where he was and waved his hands not realizing that he had no shirt on. It had gotten a bit hot while moving things and he'd taken it off in the middle, showing off his muscular yet lean form.
It took a while for Flora to look up, but she did as soon as she heard Declan's voice. She squinted to try to identify who was calling her. She didn't have many friends, mainly because of her trust issues and the fact that she just prefered her own company, so she was suprised that anyone was trying to attract her attention.
When Flora saw that it was Declan calling her, she was confused. What could he possibly want with her? Still, she didn't want to offend him just before they began to live in the same house, so she cautiously made her way down to meet him. It was only when she drew near that she realised he had no shirt on, and he had a very attractive body. She tried to control the blush rising to her cheeks as she greeted him.
At first Declan didn't think Flora could hear him; she was a bit far after all. When she looked up though his face broke into a soft smile and he waited for her to get closer. When Flora was close enough for him to know for sure it was her he started walking towards her.
When they were almost ten feet apart Declan realized he had no shirt on and scrambled to get his which was halfway tucked into the back of his jeans. He pulled it on just before they were face to face. "Hey." he felt a little awkward at the nervousness he had. "Just wanted to know if you needed a ride. We're getting ready to head to your place. Or.. well our place now." a faint pink went to his cheeks at the words he used. Declan would have left Flora alone if he hadn't seen her in such a hurry.
Flora grinned at Declan, relieved she now wouldn't be late. The expression felt strange on her face, like she didn't grin too often. "Thank you so much," she said exuberantly. "You're an absolute life saver." Despite how pleased she was that Declan had offered her a lift, she was glad that the man with the van was going to drive with them too. She didn't trust anyone enough to drive alone with them, and so the added presence of another person made her feel safer.
As Flora got into the van and did her seatbelt up, she found herself being a little disappointed that Declan had put his shirt back on. She immediately pushed the thought away, annoyed with her brain for betraying her with thoughts like that. "Ypu know the way, right?" Flora checked with the driver.
"It's not a problem." Declan tried not to look so flustered and on the outside did a pretty good job. The only thing were his cheeks which were pink with embarrassment but that could easily be covered up by saying it was the heat. He, too, got into the van and buckled up although he hated the things. They made him feel really restrained.
Declan folded his hands in his lap and tried to imagine how this was going to change his life. He knew he wouldn't stop writing but to go to high up events with such wealthy people was just now starting to set in. He didn't know if he'd fit in. 'Of course you won't fit in. They'll all see right through you. They'll see that you're just some poor charity case.' his mind through at him making him tense up. He was beginning to rethink the whole thing. But then he thought of Flora and... His second thinking vanished.
It was cramped in the van, and Flora's arm was pressed up against Declan's. She tried to ignore it as the man started the van and set off down the road towards her house. To distract herself, she watched the lampposts go past as they travelled through the town, but she soon realised that this had been a bad idea.
Flora felt nauseous, bile rising in her throat and sweat appearing on her forehead. The closeness of everything to her in the van combined with the fact that at least one of the men with her was a complete stranger was making her claustrophobic and panicked. She tried to stop her body from shaking, and she hoped that nobody would notice and think that they were the cause of her reaction. It was her own fault for forgetting her fears and accepting the lift.