Men of Firehouse 44: Colby and Bianca's Story Read Free Page B

appreciate the help.”  Colby said, shaking each of their hands as they walked out the door.
                  Colby turned looking into his new apartment.  It was a hell of a lot better than his last one had been. 
                  The entire apartment had mainly an open concept.  The living room, kitchen and dining room were all open to each other. His floors where a dark grey slate tile throughout the entire apartment.  The walls in every room except for the bedroom was an off white, which wasn’t exactly what he liked, but it would do.
                  After moving around his furniture several times, he decided on shaping the black leather couch and love seat in a ‘L’ shape with the matching end tables on each end and in between the furniture.  He had a small five by eight foot black and red square pattern area rug that he sat in front of them with the coffee table centered on it. 
                  On the end tables, he had black shaded lamps and then he admired the best part of it all.  The massive sixty inch flat screen angled just right for sitting anywhere.  Which was great considering the guys usually came over on Sunday’s to watch the games when they weren’t working the station.
                  Moving into the kitchen, he still had a few more boxes to go and everything would be completely unpacked.  His kitchen was his favorite part of the apartment.  He loved to cook for himself but hated it when he had to do it at the station.
                  The gourmet kitchen had been everything he had been looking for.  It was the only reason he had decided on this place.  He knew without a doubt he could have found a better apartment with a much better view if he would have had some patience, but his tiny apartment from before had finally pissed him off, and his patience wore thin.
                  Flipping the power button on his stereo system, AC/DC blared as he finished it up.  He was tired from the long day and was ready for a hot shower and his remote.

Chapter Four
     
    - Bianca-
     
         It had been two weeks since her annoyingly hot neighbor moved in.  She hadn’t spoken to him, but she did get a bouquet of flowers with a card apologizing for Brutus’ behavior.  She couldn’t help but smile when she picked up the box of cat treats with an apology to Sunshine from Brutus.
         Grabbing her purse and satchel stuffed with new supplies for her classroom , she headed out to start her day.  There were so many under-privileged children in her class that she frequently supplied the items normally brought in by the parents. The smiles on the children’s faces more than paid her back in return.
         She tried to not play favorites , but she couldn’t help but have a soft-spot for one little girl in particular.  Tiffany was a four year old that broke her heart when she came to class with dirt on her face and her hair not combed.  Bianca bought hair ties and barrettes to put in the little girls hair.  But every day she returned to class without her barrettes or hair ties.  The smile on her face when Bianca finished with her hair and washed her face broke her heart.  How could a mother not spend five minutes to brighten this precious child’s day, broke Bianca’s heart.
         Walking into her classroom , she filled with pride.  She had come a long way since she graduated high school and left the little town she grew up in. Growing up poor with a piss poor excuse for a father, made it easy for her to leave without looking back.
         Looking around, she saw the tiny chairs pushed up against the tables and the cubby holes where the children hung their jackets and backpacks.
         After putting her supplies away , she went to stand at the front door to wait for the busses to arrive. She took a deep breath and smiled, knowing this was exactly where she belonged.  As the bell rang, and the