"So, I guess were done with this room." Ethan says and looks at the many boxes filled to the top.
"Yup." I sigh, and pick one up to bring it to the Jeep. He brings some out, and Jake decides to help too. He doesn't even wanna watch me pack because it makes him so upset.
"I can help with things at your dads house if you want." Ethan says and closes the back door.
"Yeah, imma wait to do that. Thankyou for the help by the way."
"Of course. All you gotta do is ask." He smiles at me, and I smile back.
"Well...lets go get that ice cream." He says, and gets in the car.
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I start walking to my next class, and Kacey starts walking next to me.
"Hey Kaylee." She smiles at me.
"What do you want Kacey?" I ask, not making eye contact with her, or stopping to talk.
"I have news."
"Okay?"
"You know Colby?" She asks.
"No." I say sarcastically, and look at her. She shakes her head and begins to talk again.
"Anyways, hes selling again. Just thought you should know." She start to walk away, and confusion washes over me. I stop walking.
"Wait." I say, and she looks at me. I walk towards her.
"How can you say that so normally?" I ask.
"Well, its not like you care. Do you?"
"No." I put my hands on my hips.
"That's why. I don't give a shit either. It's just something I thought you should know." She walks off, and I begin to walk back to my last class.
Is he seriously dealing again...he's gunna go to fucking jail. I mean, not that I care. I just think hes not the brightest for doing that.
After the long day, I begin to drive home so that I can pick up Colbys stuff, and bring it to him.
I quickly pick it up, and get back into my car. I look through the stuff to make sure I have everything, and I do. I look at the pictures for a few moments, and take two of them out of the box. I put them in the middle compartment, and drive off.
I know...dumb. I just need at least something to remember him...
Fuck. I shouldn't be feeling any of this...
I pull up to his house, and knock on the door. His mom surprisingly answers the door.
"Hi, umm..can you-"
"Nice to see you here! Why don't you come in?" She says.
"Oh uh im good thankyou." I smile but she still pushes me inside.
"What do you need dear?"
"I just have to give this to Colby." I hold out the box for her to take, but she doesn't take it.
"Why don't you go knock on his door. He should be up there." She says, and I nod. I slowly make my way up the steps.
My anxiety is through the fucking roof right now, and I don't know why. I just really hate seeing him.
I finally bring up the courage to knock on the door. I hear footsteps coming closer, and my heart pretty much stops. The door opens, and he gives me a weird look.
"Here." I shove the box into his chest, and he takes the box in his hands.
"What's this?"
"All the shit you've left at my house." I start walking down the steps while I hear Colby quietly say "thanks."
"Have fun with dealing by the way!" I say before shutting the front door.
I quickly walk to my car, which I left running, and drive off.
COLBYS POV-
"Huh?" I say confused.
How'd she find out?
I look out the window of my room and watch her speed off. I sigh, and put the box down on my bed. I sit next to it, and open it. I see my shirts, and take them out of the box.
"Damn, I've been looking for these." I say under my breath, and chuckle.
I look under the shirts, and find a picture frame. I turn it around, and see that's its a picture of me and Kaylee together.
I dont remember this picture being taken at all...
It's a picture of me and Kaylee laying on the couch. She's asleep with her head on my shoulder, while I'm looking down at her. I turn it around and it says "me and Colby" with a heart next to it, and the date it was taken.
I put the picture down on the bed, and grab the next thing in the box.
I'm shocked at how many things of mine she's had at her house.
We really are happy weren't we...
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Authors note: I actually made a decent sized chapter for once-
N e ways, I hope you guys liked this chapter. Vote if you want-😌
Also I'm living for Ethan and Kaylees friendship
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