take me back to the night we met

15- sometimes, happy memories hurt the most

(thoughts are in bold)

the next few days consist of you packing.

you try to get everything together as soon as possible so your plans to surpise vinnie can follow through.

it's been four days since your mom said you can go.

as you're packing the last few items, you get a call from kouvr.

"hey kouvr."

"hey. still packing?"

"yup. i'm just packing a few little things and then i think i'm done."

"no way."

to show her all of your progress, you flip the camera around to show your room.

what once was your room was now empty.

the only thing left was your bed, dresser, and closet.

every drawer in your dresser was spotless.

not a single piece of clothing in sight.

"wow. this is really happening y/n. you're moving in."

turning the camera around, you smile at her.

"vinnie still thinks i'm moving in next week, right?"

"we haven't told him. have you?"

"nope."

"then i guess he doesn't know."

"how do you think he's going to react?"

"i think he'll cry."

"no way kouvr."

"i'm just kidding. he doesn't cry in front of anyone. ever."

is that so?

"in all seriousness, i think he'll be super happy."

"it's crazy how different he is now versus when i first met him at dinner."

"he was not himself at dinner at all."

"that's weird."

"ok well anyways, you're definitely coming soon?"

"yes. i'm almost done packing. me and my mom are going to load up all of the stuff and then we should be leaving tomorrow morning."

"i'm so excited."

"me too."

"i'll let you finish packing. if we don't talk later, make sure you text me when you leave."

"ok i will."

"bye y/n."

"bye."

you hang up and do a scan of your room one last time to make sure you packed everything you needed.

after confirming you were all set, you started bringing down your luggage.

once you were done with that, you brought down three boxes filled with stuff.

although you were moving, you weren't bringing much because you didn't need much.