*Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy, Richelle Mead does!*

Rose's POV

We entered our new apartment and my jaw dropped. Lissa did not waste time. Most of the rooms were fully decorated and all of the plain walls had been transformed. I glanced at Dimitri and saw him looking around in shock.

Christian recovered first and wrapped his arms around Lissa. "It looks amazing Liss," he told her happily. She leaned back into his chest and kissed his cheek.

"Thanks Chris," she said to him softly.

Dimitri and I walked around in slow motion, taking everything in. The apartment was an array of different colors, but they all managed to look good together. Who would've thought that a pale red living room would look good next to a vibrant blue kitchen? Lissa styled it masterfully.

"Wow Liss," I said, unable to find the words.

"I knew you would like it," she said happily.

Dimitri and I kept walking around until we came to our bedroom. Lissa had the walls painted a soft orange. There were splotches of other colors and our walls reminded me of a sunset. There were no decorations in our room, for which I was grateful. I wanted me and Dimitri to decorate this room. I wanted us to make it ours.

We put our bags down and started unpacking. Lissa had already gotten us a dresser and a bookshelf for our room. I was grateful for the bookshelf, because Dimitri literally packed a library's worth of books. He unpacked his books first and they all barely fit on the giant bookcase.

We spent a long time unpacking our clothes, mostly because we had to figure out a way to separate the dresser. The dresser had five drawers, which will never be split evenly.

"Why don't we each take half of a drawer? That way you can separate your clothes the way you like to," I suggested.

Dimitri looked at me surprised. "You would be comfortable with that?" He asked me uncertainly.

"Nothing you haven't seen before," I replied with a shrug.

"Then I guess that would be alright," he said. I could see the relief in his face and I couldn't help the giggle that escaped me.

"Yeah. You won't have to put your shirts and your pants in the same drawer," I teased. I started throwing my clothes in the dresser, making sure to leave half of each drawer empty.

"I just like being organized," he said defensively.

"A little too organized if you ask me," I said, unloading the last of my clothes. I went over to the giant king-sized bed and plopped down on the comforter.

"You can never be too organized," he insisted.

I chuckled. "I don't know Comrade. I happen to know you arrange your boxers by color. Hell, you put some of your boxers in order by holiday," I teased.

I sat up so I could see his reaction. He blushed and I could see him start to think of a comeback. Then he froze and turned to me suspiciously. "How did you know that?" He asked me.

I gulped. "I… um…" I started, desperately trying to figure out an excuse.

"Did you go through my dresser?" He asked me suspiciously.

"I… um…" I was still trying to think of an excuse. Obviously I'm not going to be able to form a coherent sentence right now. I had gone through his dresser. One day when he had taken a shower right after I had. I realized I didn't have a change of clothes. I went through some of Dimitri's drawers to find clothes to wear. I still have the outfit I stole from him. I took a pair of boxers that had red and blue stripes on them. That's how I noticed that Dimitri sorted his boxers by holiday and by color. Where the stripes overlapped, they were purple. The background was black. I also took one of his plain blue t-shirts and his grey hoodie. I went back to my room like that and grabbed a spare set of clothes. I put the clothes I had taken in my duffel bag so they would be safe. I wanted to keep them, because they smelt like him and if I was upset and couldn't immediately go see him, I would put the hoodie on and immediately feel safe and comforted. I was honestly surprised he hadn't noticed their absence.

"When did you go through my drawers?" He asked me, his expression suddenly turning amused. "And does this have anything to do with my missing boxers?"

I looked down at the floor and could feel heat flooding to my cheeks. I guess he had noticed their absence. I hadn't heard him moved so I was surprised when I suddenly felt his hand under his chin forcing me to look at him. "Roza," he said softly. "You don't have to be embarrassed."

"I had forgotten a change of clothes one day," I whispered. "So I took a pair of your boxers, a t-shirt, and your grey hoodie."

"And you didn't think it would be a good idea to return them?" He asked me curiously. I shook my head. "Where did you put them? I emptied all of your drawers."

I looked at him briefly, then scooted back and picked up my duffel bag. He knew I had packed the duffel bag, because it was filled with some things that are very important to me. My acceptance letter to St. Vladimir's. All the fake Robert Hemmingway documents. The money Abe had given me. A picture of me and Lissa when she came here for my birthday. A picture of me and Dimitri when we had gotten into our cake fight. There were a few other little things I kept in there that were important to me. I also have a picture Abe had given me. It was a picture of me when I was really young. My mom and my three older brothers were crowded around me. I couldn't have been older than two or three. There was a huge smile on my face and my brothers were tickling me. Even my mother looked happy. I kept it, because it was nice to think that once upon a time, my mother loved me. I don't know how Abe got it, but I was grateful. The most cherished thing I have in my duffel bag is a little box from Dimitri. Inside the box was a ring. It wasn't an engagement ring, but a promise ring. Dimitri had surprised me with it about two weeks after my birthday. I realized I could start wearing it in public now.

I put my duffel bag in front of him and understanding lit up his face. I opened the bag and slowly pulled out the outfit I had taken from him. "I guess you want them back," I said quietly, not looking up at him. I didn't want to give them back, but they were his.

"Roza, if they mean that much to you, then you can keep them," he promised me quietly. "But if you don't mind me asking, why do they mean so much to you?"

I glanced up at him then quickly averted my eyes back to the bed. "They're a piece of you. Even when you're not with me, I can at least have that one small part," I admitted quietly.

Dimitri pulled me into a hug. "I'm always going to be here for you," he told me seriously. "Every part of me is yours. Not just one piece."

"Every part?" I asked him with a wink, trying to relieve the tension in the room. It worked. He started laughing.

"Every part," he agreed. He kissed my forehead then stood up off of the bed.

"Hey!" I whined.

"Later," he promised. "I have to finish unpacking."

I sighed and laid back down on the bed. This was going to be a long day.