Jacob had been looking forward to moving out of his house ever since he was a starting senior in high school. His home wasn't quite a home. He loved his parents, his brothers, his family. But it never felt right after his oldest brother, Luca, had been in jail. He only spoke to his second oldest brother, Garrett, a few times a year, and that was if he was lucky. Now, he had a real chance to do what he loved. He found a loft with a roommate, of whom he did not know, but that was okay. It was affordable, and the girl who owned the loft seemed nice enough. As long as they could be tolerant of one another... Jacob believed they would be fine. He had only a few boxes and a couple of tubs full of his things. Most were filled with clothes, others with necessities, and the rest filled with his artwork and tools. Once he parked his truck in the designated space, he unloaded his boxes and took them into the building one by one, unsure if the girl would be there or not, but he had a key so he didn't worry about it.