Parental Guidance ; lrh

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! PARENTAL GUIDANCE !

one ; All of him

I sighed, hugging my best friend back tightly, as if we were never going to meet again. I was going to miss this idiot so much, I spent all 16 years of my life with him and I don't think that I can imagine spending even a month without his lame self telling terrible knock knock jokes that always seem to crack me up.

"I'm going to miss you so so so much. Don't forget to call, okay? And no boys. I don't like the idea of you getting broken by fuc-" I cut him off by laughing and hitting his arm softly, feeling the tears in my eyes fall without hesitation.

"You sound like my dad," I involuntarily groaned, breaking off from our embrace just to put my bags in the trunk of my dad's old pick up, the metals squeaking lightly as I loaded at least ten bags filled with food, clothes and other stuff that I needed to survive for two years without any parental guidance.

I sighed in relief when I finally put the last one on the car, my arms feeling kind of sore because of how heavy my bags were. I was starting to think that my dad's rusty and old pick-up might not be able to bring all of this stuff across the country. I'm afraid that it'll break down halfway through the trip and I do NOT want to commute with loads of stuff so I asked my dad if we can bring our other car just in case the pick-up doesn't work like it used to.

I was going to transfer to another school for my senior year because according to my parents, the school I was going didn't have high standards to prepare me for college because I was going to take a tough course. Also, it's because they didn't promote good habits and rituals for hard-working students like me who deserved a good future. I mean, that was according to them.

Hard-working, yeah right.

If you consider studying 10 minutes before the test then hell, was I hard-working.

I shut the trunk before turning to face my best friend once again, tears streaming down his face, lips tugged up into a sad smile, arms wide open for me to accept and hug one last time before heading off to my new apartment.

I stepped into his welcoming arms and let all of the tears that I didn't know I was holding back fall because this was it, we may not see each other again. This might be the hug, last smile and last goodbye. Just the thought of it makes me weak, wanting to curl up into a ball and cry for forever because he's always been there for me, through thick and thin-

I sound so freaking sappy.

I buried my face into his chest, loving the comforting feeling he gave me whenever we were touching. I felt safe in his arms, as if it was bulletproof and even Hulk wouldn't hurt me if I was in his arms. He had a brotherly aura which I totally missed because my brother passed away a few years ago and I guess that is one of the reasons why I don't want to let go. I felt safe with a brother that'll protect me no matter what and to me, he was more than a friend but a sibling.

I was going to miss this, all of this.

All of him.

"Stop crying, you know that I don't like it when you cry." He murmured and kissed the top of my head, hugging me closer to him as I cried out every grain of emotion I have locked within me.

"I love you and I will miss you, Cal."

"I love you too and I will surely miss you more, Jenna."

OKAY VV SHORT CHAPTER BUT THIS IS THE FIRST SO YEAH,, I'LL MAKE THE NEXT CHAPTERS LONGER.,, I PUBLISHED THIS BC I WAS EXCITED ND YEHA THAT'S IT/// DON'T BE A GHOST READER AND VOTE/COMMENT!

this is a luke hemmings fanfic by the way, the guy was really Calum.

OKAY I HOPE LOTS OF U READ THIS EVEN THOUGH IT SUCKS BALLS