Packing Clothes, Unpacking Memories

The aftermath of their little talk is almost forgotten in excitement

I skip around my apartment, squealing occasionally and talking to Loki. I have a large black suitcase open on my bed, random bits of clothing hanging out of it. I can’t help it. I’m really excited for this trip. I connect my laptop to my speakers, and play happy music. I’m dancing to “Tongue Tied” By Grouplove when Derek comes home. 

 

“I’m not even going to ask…” He says wearily, eyeing me as he heads to the kitchen. I watch as he throws some curly fries in the oven. 

 

I retrieve a black dress that goes down to mid thigh and has six inch sleeves and a red dress with white polka dots on it. I hold them up for him. “Which one should I bring?” My voice has a higher pitch, achieving that girlier sound that occurs when I talk about clothes and shopping. 

 

Being the total awesome gay best friend that he is, he leans on a hip. “Take both! ‘That’s one more dress than I need,’ said no girl ever!”

 

I laugh, leaning on the back of our couch. I scrutinize them for a moment. “I guess you’re right….”

 

“Of course I am, girl!” He snaps his fingers, rolling his body. I laugh harder. Our phone rings and I dance to it, giving a melodic, "Hello?"

 

"Mandy?" It's Devon. He's in his sophomore year of high school. Since he can't drive yet,  I often end up his chauffeur, not that I mind. 

 

"Yes?" I ask, gathering some of my chargers and zipping them in the front pocket of the suit case. Devon is my oldest cousin, and we're pretty close.  

 

"Can you drop me off at school tomorrow? Mom has work and Dad's on call." I felt bad that I had to say no. I also realized I'd yet to tell my family I'd be disappearing soon. Not that they'd notice....

 

"Ah, sorry I can't, I'm leaving tonight." I could picture his confused face, the one he always seems to use. 

 

"Leaving? Where are you going?" 

 

I end up squealing, "THE UK!" after trying to sound normal and contain my excitement. I have real dedication, don't I? Devon himsellf practically squeals. 

 

"Ohhh, where? For how long? I need details woman!” I laugh and give him all the information.

 

“Look, Dev, I have to go. I’ll see you when I get back.” I drag my now fully packed suitcase into our living room and make my way into the kitchen for curly fries. Our flight is at ten tonight, so I still have a few more hours.

My fight with Kaylee rings around my head, making me think of something I kept on a shelf above my bookcase. I went to retrieve it, slightly hesitant. My high school scrapbook has polka dots and a small window that read 2012.

 

I sighed as I opened to the first page, unsure if I want to relive old memories…

 

Author's Note

Sorry, it's just a filler chapter. I wrote this in phystech and half of lunch. Next chapter will be larger and better, I promise ;)

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[Sophie]

More!!!! I want to know what adventures we go on in the UK!