"Okay Benj, I'm pretty sure that's the last one," Billy said with a smile that was aimed at his friend. "Thank you for all your help, I really appreciate it man."
"Hey. It's no big deal," Benji shrugged as he gave Billy a small dismissing wave. "Besides, we're friends & we're supposed to be there for each other," he said with a slight chuckle.
"True. Alright, I can the unpacking from here."
"You sure man? You know I can stick around with you. Just to make sure you don't hurt yourself too bad."
Billy stuck his tongue out at his teasing band mate. "Go away Madden. I'm a big boy, I can unpack things on my own."
"Okay, okay. If �big boy' Billy Martin thinks he can take care of things on his own, then I'll leave. But if he hurts himself, he better not come crying to me," Benji said as he started walking to the door.
"Don't worry I won't," Billy laughed as he watched his friend walk out the door. "He's always such an ass," he chuckled to himself. He looked around the room at the boxes & other assorted things that littered the floor of his new living room.
When he looked at the beds, he knew it wouldn't be easy or quick getting them up to the rooms that were getting them. Two queen size beds, then an custom water bed frame that was bigger than normal water beds, were leaned up against the wall. He didn't care how long it would take to get the beds assembled & whatnot, just as long as it all got done.
He decided to make things a little easier on himself as he walked upstairs & opened the doors to the guest rooms & his master bedroom. As he went to work, hauling the frames for the two queen-sized beds to the guest rooms, he saved the water bed frame for last since he knew that one would take longer. Once the frames for all three beds were in the decided rooms, he went into the first guest room & began setting up the frame. He got a few minutes in when the doorbell rang & he heard three loud knocks on the door.
"COMING!" He yelled, hoping the person would hear him. He got up from his place of kneeling on the floor & ran down the spiral flight of stairs, standing infront of the door. "Who is it?" He asked, hoping it wasn't some fan or a group of fans. He loved fans, he really did, but right now he had so much to do before he could begin to make this house look & feel like his.
"Hi, my name's Tisha. I live two houses down from you & when I was driving by on my way home, I saw you & your friend moving boxes & things. I was coming over to introduce myself & see if you might need any help?"
Billy blinked a few times. -Nice neighbors,- he thought to himself. -Should I really open the door? It would only be nice since she walked to my house to see if I'd need any help...- He opened the door & smiled as he came face-to-face with a tanned girl with brown eyes & dark red hair. "Hi."
"Hi. So, as I already said, I'm Tisha. Tisha Reynolds. And your name is?"
"Billy Martin. It's nice to meet you & all, but I wouldn't want to bother you with asking for your help in setting up the place."
"Are you sure? I can lift heavy things & I'm an interior designer so I know a thing or two on what would look good... This way I could throw some ideas at you & you just let me know what you think of them before we actually go through with one of them."
Billy gave a soft chuckle. "You're very handy, aren't you?" He asked.
"Yea, I also like to help people get settled in to their new homes... So, can I please help you?"
"Sure, come on in," he said as he opened the door, allowing her to come in. Once she was in, he shut the door & turned to face her, raising his eyebrows a little. "Just curious, but do you help all the new neighbors move into their homes? I don't mind, nor do I want you to leave, but I'm just curious here."