Sun and Moon || [DISCONTINUED.]

Chapter One

Three hours of sleep wasn't a lot but it was enough to refresh the eldest goth.

His Biological mother had arrived and woken him up and the two had immediately started loading the car.

His stepmother was no help, but his father did help with the carrying of bags.

Michael had made his way back upstairs, trying to make sure he had everything.

He studied his room for a moment, seeing just how empty things were.

His eyes fell on his desk and how bare it looked. The empty cups that used to hold his ungodly amount of pens and pencils. The giant open space where his laptop used to sit when he wasn't using it. His brown hues fell on the sticker Firkle had stuck on his journal drawer.

The way the green pentagram looked against the black desk drawer was somewhat appealing.

Michael sighed, realizing just how much he was going to miss this crummy little purple room.

His mother had snuck upstairs in an attempt to find him and make sure he was ready.

"That everything love?" Her voice was so sweet, so welcoming and warm. Michael turned around, facing his biological mother. "Yeah...just about. Got these two bags left to carry down....Uh, thanks again mom for uh, volunteering to take me." He said gently, catching his mother's gentle green eyes. "Oh Michael...of course, honey..." She said softly, gently wrapping her arms around her son.

The embrace from someone who actually loved him was quite...comforting. "Fortunately, you coming up to Coral Springs is for the best...you'll be closer to me and farther from her...I know how she treats you, baby boy."

Skyla gently took a step back, her gaze softened as she admired her son. "You've grown into such an incredible young man and I....I'm so proud to be your mom." She cooed as he gently placed a hand on his cheek.

The feeling of her hand on his cheek was something he never knew he needed. "Thank you, mom...I do appreciate it." He said, leaning into her gentle touch.

"So, listen, Henri, Pete, and I were hoping we could meet up with Firkle at the Village inn..not for coffee or anything just a quick final meet up before we leave...do you think we could swing that?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.

Skyla glanced down at her wrist, a gentle smile forming on her face, "Of course my love, but we better get you over there." She said warmly, catching the slight twinkle in his eye.

"Thanks again, mom."

Skyla gave a nod, "I'll try and make some space in the car...might have to be on the backseat floor though honey bun..."

"That's fine...I appreciate it momma."

"Are they super heavy?" Skyla asked, tilting her head to the side slightly, wondering if perhaps she could take the bags down to the car for him.

"Not really, it's just stuff you gotta be careful with...my laptop, my ipad and other electronic stuff in the burgundy backpack and then some stuff for our stay in the hotel tonight." He responded, gently scooping up the two bags.

Skyla grinned, "Well if that's the case, I'll take them to the car for you honey, your father wants to talk to you..."

Michaels smile faded as he realized how unfortunate it was that he had to talk to his father.

"If you're nice I'll get you a chocolate muffin and coffee..." Skyla said quietly, gently taking the two bags from her son.

The smile that formed on his face was so warming and refreshing for Skyla to see, "Got it. Will do mama."