Forever Young

Chapter 2

Aunt Kelly arrived in our small North Carolina town about 5 hours later. Me and James had stayed up waiting for her. I rushed to the door when I heard her knock and me and James drowned her in hugs.
"Everything's going to be okay. I'll take care of you as best I can." She whispers.
"I know." I whisper
After we release her we all walk into the kitchen and take a seat at the island table.
"So what's the plan?" James asked.
"Well, since I still have to continue my education, you guys are going to move to California with me. Don't worry my apartment is big enough for both of you. As for this house, your parents left it to you in their will so it's up to you guys to decide what you wanna do with it." Replied Kelly.
"I think it would be best to rent this house out so we can help pay for your apartment, groceries and stuff like that." I suggest.
"If we do that, we would also have to pay the bills for this house. I don't think we have enough money for that." James says.
"Then we'll have to get jobs." I conclude.
"But I'm only fifteen. Do people hire fifteen year old boys?" Asks James.
"Sure they do. You could be a waiter or a cashier or a life guard." Interrupts Kelly.
"Kel, do you think, we would be able to pay for the house? If we can't that fine." I ask.
"I'm not sure. Maybe but I think we should play it safe and just keep it, but not quite do anything with it yet." She replies.
"Sounds good." I say.
"Okay. So when are we leaving." Asked James.
"In four days, so we have to call a moving truck and get packing." Kelly concluded.
"Okay." I sighed as I jogged up the stairs.
I locate the attic door in the ceiling and gently pull down the ladder. I climb up, careful not to break the fragile ladder and start collecting boxes. My parents kept billions of boxes in the attic just in case. I bought four or five down and paced them on my bed. I started by piling my clothes into one of the boxes. After I had emptied my dresser, I had already used one box and half of a second one. I used the rest of the boxes to pack the clothes from my closet, pictures, personal belongings, jewelry, hair supplies and makeup. I didn't have a lot of makeup because my mom didn't let me buy it because she thought I was "beautiful without it," although I never really believed her. I have medium length light brown wavy hair that I've been trying to grow out forever, greenish eyes, and a small mouth. My body is curvy and I'm not like, overweight but sometimes I feel like I'm not thin either. I have kinda long legs, bony chest, huge thighs in my opinion and a kinda of a thin waist and stomach. I've always been self conscious about my looks. I've had moments where I was like "hey, I kinda look good today," and others where I'm like, "oh lord, I look hideous." My biggest insecurity is my ears. They're gigantic. And not just that but they poke out as well. I have grown into them over the years but I don't often put my hair up for that reason.
Anyways, after I finished packing everything besides big furniture, I went to go check on James. I knocked loudly on his door.
"James, can I come in?" I yell trying to talk over his music.
"Sure." he screams back.
When I walk in, he turns down the music.
"How's the packing going?" I ask.
"Good, I guess. We can't leave Taylor. We grew up here. All of our memories are here. I just can't ---"
"James," I say as I lightly grab his arms. " We don't have to be anywhere specific to have the memories. The memories will always be with us. Mom and dad will always be with us."