Sun and Moon || [DISCONTINUED.]

Chapter Two

Returning to the parking lot, Michael made his way back around to the passengers' side.

The moment the door opened, he caught his mother's attention.

"Hey sweetheart, everything okay?"

Michael nodded, "Spectacular actually, Pete is just a few rooms down. Same floor and everything. I guess he goes past my room to get to his, I'm not completely sure in regards to the numbering system." He explained, stepping back and closing the door as his mother had climbed out.

"Oh, that's wonderful to hear that you've got a friend so close by! When I was here, my best friend Summer was rooms away...but that didn't stop us from visiting often...we used to run up and down the hallways late at night." She said with a slight laugh, meeting her son at the trunk of the blue car.

Cautiously she opened the trunk, an audible sound coming from it.

The second his eyes met the massive amounts of stuff, Michael immediately felt more overwhelmed than he had in a while.

"Well, sweetheart...you ready for this?"

Michael nodded, reaching forward and pulling the first bag from the trunk. "Yep."

It took them a moment to get sorted but once both Michael and Skyla felt ready to, she closed the trunk and the two began towards the building, Pete caught up to them quickly, a medium-sized grey tub in his arms.

"Come on," He said, flinging his hair from his eyes quickly as he led Michael and his mother down a short hallway.

"So I hate to be the bearer of bad news but we don't have an elevator currently...it broke down I think Sage said yesterday when they were cleaning up? He said supposedly a few of his friends were checking to make sure the building was ready and it completely malfunctioned and they got like stuck for a few hours. Was a whole thing so I do hope your calves are ready because we're taking the stairs today." Pete explained with a sigh, pulling open the door and stepping aside, holding it open for the two.

Skyla sighed, "That doesn't surprise me. Not in the slightest."

Pete nodded, "It sucks."

The door shut behind the three and Pete pushed past them, becoming the leader once more as he led them up the three flights of stairs.

"So here's the thing, the door into the left stairwell isn't locked and neither is the floor doors but your room is. If that helps." Pete said as the three arrived at the third floor.

Michael sighed, readjusting the sliding backpack from his left shoulder as Pete attempted to open the door with his elbow.

"There. Jesus Christ." He sighed, managing to get the door open.

He once more stepped aside to allow Michael and his mother in, they repeated.

"So you said twenty-seven right?" Pete asked, guiding them down the hallway, the three having to dodge parents and other teenagers trying to do the same.

"Yeah," Michael responded, cringing a bit as music and voices overlapped themselves.

"Cool," Pete said, readjusting his grasp once more on the box as he led them down a short hallway, quickly turning left.

"So down here is twenty-five through thirty-five," Pete said, taking a few more steps before he came to a stop.

"Here it is. Room twenty-seven." Pete said, motioning to the numbers on the wall beside the door.

"Shit Pete, can you get the thing from around my neck? I would but if I set this shit down, I'm concerned I won't be able to pick it back up."

Michael asked as Pete huffed in frustration, moving the container to his left hip so he could hold it with one hand as he reached up, pulling the lanyard and key from Michael's neck, sliding it into the locked door.