dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Chapter Forty-Two: The Final Night.

Chapter Forty-Two: Moving Crew

"Wait, wait. Does that mean you technically wrote the lyric from Stained Glass Eyes And Colourful Tears." Anna asked curiously, looking a little intrigued. I shrugged, grinning.

"I guess I must have. I forgot I even said that till then, clearly your father didn't forget." Anna then squinted her eyes, pointing at me a little.

"And you were also inspiration for The Balcony Scene?" I gave her a cocky look.

"Hey, I am an influential person." Anna rolled her eyes at me, waving her hand.

"Yeah, yeah. When do you and dad move in together." I leant forward, pressing my finger to her lips.

"Well shhhhh and I'll tell you, I'm nearly up to the part you already know anyway." She huffed, whacking my hand away from her face. I was actually a little surprised to realise how close I was to the end of my story, it seemed like everything happened a little fast. It hit me one after the other. Those moments were my darkest, apart from when Anna was sick. I remember it was fine, perfect actually, but clearly the other shoe actually did drop.

I jumped up, trying to use my body weight to shove clothes into a box. I made strange grunting noises, as I kept pushing it hard until they were stuck in enough so I could close the box. I held it there with all my strength, trying to reach out to the sticky tape, to find of was just out of my reach. I tried to stretch whilst still holding the box flaps down. I started to whine a little whilst my fingers brushed the edge of the tape, but it still wasn't close enough.

"What on earth are you doing?" I whipped my head round, trying to see the person at the door, but managed to only make my hair fall into my face. I shook my head, blowing the hair from my face, enough so I could see Dad standing in the door.

"Could you please hand me the sticky tape." I asked in a desperate voice, slowly pulling my legs out of the small splits they were in to make myself stand up correctly. Dad walked forward, chucking at me in his deep throaty laugh, before getting the tape. I held down the box as he sealed it with the tape. I let out a loud relieved sigh, letting go of the box. I leaned on the box, blowing out another big breath, looking up at dad.

"God, moving is a lot more work then a thought." I shakily breathed, as dad shook his head at me, giving me a fond smile.

"Wait till you have to deal with mortgage, and paying for electricity bills, water bills, gas bills and making sure there is enough food in the house." I held up a hand, signalling him to stop.

"Please, don't remind me I'm an adult, cause I haven't packed up old soft toys yet." I sat down on my bed, placing the box on the ground, next to the growing pile. Dad took a spot next to me.

"Let me guess, this is going to be a gym when I'm gone?" I asked dad, giving him a sideways glance. He chortled, shaking his head at me.

"It'd be a waste of a perfectly good bedroom, cause I can guarantee no one would use a gym. And, even if Ryan did, I'm sure he'll be off soon too. His room shall be the gym." Dad looked thoughtful, but he smile, his moustache bristling a little. I giggled a little, before resting my head on his shoulder.

"I think I'm gonna miss being here." I admitted, my eyes scanning the room that was now mostly empty. Dad gave my arm a small rub.

"We aren't going anywhere. You can come over whenever. We'll always be here." I blew a little extra air out my nose in the replacement of a small laugh. He squeezed me and gave me a kiss on the side of the head. A silence incased us as we sat, looking at the piles of boxes here and there.