Frozen Love

Wyoming Here We Come

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Chapter 3

Today was the day. Moving day. I wasn't sure what I felt. Elation? Happy? Nervous? Everyone knew how Michael felt- so much so that he didn't even bother coming home; but was gerneous enough to text me to let us know he was fine and he needed space to think and to be with his friends, and my mother packed his things. It was the day to leave, but we had to wait for Michael. I text him again and again with no response.

Paulina: Mom and dad are worried. R U Coming?

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Monster Michael: I am coming now. Gosh, this is hard enough- get off my back P

Paulina: I'm sorry

As soon as I finished that last message he pulled up in his car looking as though he hadn't slept for days and had aged five years, his hair was a mess as though he ran his fingers through it multiple times, and he had a little shaded stubble.

“Michael! Where have you been? Do you know how worried you mother and I have been?” My father all but exploded.

Michael rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in the air saying, “I am here now! Aren't you happy? I came back at least.”

“I am sorry son, I know this is hard, we gave you space; we were lucky enough the Paulina had the gumption to tell us how you were, but we didn't know where you were.”

“I was with Sam, and Josh. I was basically saying goodbye,” he abruptly replied.

“That's good. Now son, I am sorry we have to move. Things happen, opportunities happen, life happens. I am glad you got to say goodbye at least.” dad said patting him on the back. “Paulina, were you able to say goodbye to your friends?”

Michael and I shared a look; knowingly. I just nodded at my dad letting him know I was ready to go.

The movers got everything into the large truck. Mom and dad previously sold their old cars and planned to purchase two new cars for themselves when we arrived; so there was room to hook up Michael's car.

Just as they were shutting the last of our belongings into the semi the taxi pulled up to take us to the airport and to my new and hopefully better life in Wyoming.