𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 || 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚜

Eight

Y/n's pov

"Y/n I gotta be completely honest with you."

"Yeah, yeah." I said.

"I like you too."

I smiled softly.

"You're not still playing with my feelings, right?"

"No, I'm being honest."

I smiled.

"Well, I gotta go break up with him-"

I was cut off by a pair of soft lips cutting me off.

Oh my god, they're so soft...

I put my hand on the back of his neck.

I felt myself blush deeply as he put his hands on my cheeks.

Why is he so good at kissing?

He pulled away and he smirked.

"You look like a tomato Bun Bun."

I giggled.

Then he kissed me again.

I pulled away "I'm gonna go now."

"Call me when you do, or here's a suggestion: come over, I'm right next door." He smirked.

I smiled and I pulled away from him.

I went inside my house and I saw a bunch of boxes everywhere.

"Mom, what's going on?" I asked.

"We didn't tell you, honey?" She said, holding a box with some stuff sticking out of it.

I shook my head.

"We're moving away, your father found a better job, better house, oh it's beautiful." She said, clasping her hands together.

My heart dropped.

"What?" I asked, my backpack sliding off my shoulder and hitting the floor with a loud thump.

"Where?" I asked.

"Wisconsin."

That's so far away.

"When?"

"Within a month or two."

"No no I can't go, my life is finally going the way I want it to." I said, choking up.

"Honey, we don't have a choice."

"Mom!" I said.

"Y/n, go upstairs and pack your things."

"Okay."

I picked up my backpack and I went upstairs, looking into Simon's room.

"Hey Simon, did mom and sad just now tell you that we're moving without giving you any kind of warning?"

"No, I knew."

"Why am I the only one who's just finding out?!" I yelled in anger.

I went to my room and I shut my door.

I sat on my bed and I picked up my phone and I called Hunter.

After a couple of rings, he picked up.

"Hey y/n." He said sweetly.

"Save it." I spat.

"We're over." I said.

Then I hung up.

I looked to the corner of my room, seeing cardboard boxes.

I went over to the corner of my room and I opened a box.

Empty...

I picked up the box and I carried it to my bookshelf, grabbing my books and putting them inside, fitting as much I can into the box.

And to my surprise, all of my books actually fit into the box, considering I only had 24.

I closed the box, labeling it 'Y/n' in calligraphy letters.

I sighed.

I knew I couldn't change their mind.

So I wasn't even going to try.

I went over to the corner again, seeing a bigger box.

I picked up the box, this time I went over to my closet, I opened it and I took everything that was inside my closet, and I put it into the big box.

"Y/n, break time." My dad said.

"Okay." I said.

I went out of my room and I went downstairs.

I walked out the door, shutting it behind me.

It was starting to get dark.

I walked to Chris's house and I knocked on the door.

I heard someone say "Got it!" Then I heard running footsteps and then the door opened.

It was Chris's sister, who I don't know the name of.

"Hi, is Chris here?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes and she smiled "Of course he is."

"Chris! Y/n's here!" She yelled, which resulted in Chris peeking his head out from behind a wall from the kitchen.

"Y/n! Come in!"

I smiled as I walked in the door, shutting it behind me.

I walked to the kitchen and I smelled something good.

"Hey." I said.

"You do it?" He asked.

"How'd it go?"

"I hung up right after." I said.

He looked at me and then Scott walked in.

"Hey Scott, what's going on?" I asked.

He shrugged.

Then he said "Oh wait I just remembered something, hey Chris remember when you used to sing me to sleep?" He asked quickly then he ran.

"Scott!" Chris said.

I smiled widely at Chris as he said "He's kidding around, I never did that."

"Okay then, hypothetically if you did, what song would you sing him?"

He shrugged.

"Also I saw you two making out on the sidewalk!"

"Scott leave us alone." I said.

He walked away, or at least I think he did.

"Chris I have some very bad news that I have to tell you."

His expression changed to worry.

"What's going on?"

"I'm moving away."