The Boy I Knew

The Flight

I ADDED TO THE END OF THE LAST CHAPTER. YOU'LL WANT TO GO BACK AND READ THE LAST BIT I ADDED BEFORE MOVING ON TO THIS ONE.
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It's 5 in the morning, and PJ's flight is at 7. I hardly got any sleep, I couldn't stop thinking about the decision I had to make. I was tired, but....Enough was enough. I got my ass up and grabbed my suitcase out from under my bed. I was careful not to wake PJ. He's a heavy sleeper anyway. I packed a weeks worth of clothes (Okay, maybe a little more than that, I'm indecisive when it comes to packing outfits). I grabbed my hygiene stuff from the bathroom and threw them in my suitcase. I walked through the house trying to decide if I needed to gather up anything else. I went back into my bedroom and scanned it to see if I was missing anything. I grabbed my phone charger and threw it in the suitcase. On my way back to my suitcase I saw the letters from PJ on my dresser. Eh, why not pack those too in case I have some time away from PJ. I threw them in, and after deciding I had gathered everything I needed, I zipped it up. It was now 5:15 and I was all dressed and ready for the day. I peaked my head into the bedroom to check on PJ. He was snoring quietly, his chest gently rising and falling with every breath. I smile, and turn around to walk to my kitchen and find a quick bite to eat. I decided to make a phone call I had been dreading....Calling Brandy. It was still too early for her to be awake, but I knew she'd answer anyway since it was me. I dial her number and wait for her to pick up. My heart races faster with every ring.

"H, hello?" A groggy voice answers.

"Hey, B...." I say nervously. Suddenly the excitement in her voice picks up.

"Camille, why are you up already. Are you okay? Is it PJ? What'd he do to you?" She rambles, worry I'm her voice.

"Yeah B, everything's okay. But actually it kinda does have to do with PJ....Actually it completely does...."

"What, what's wrong??"

"Brandy, nothing's wrong I just....Have something unexpected to tell you."

"Oh god you're not pregnant are you?"

"What?? NO." I answer sternly. Brandy sighs in relief.

"Oh thank god, the last thing we need is a little PJ running around. Fuck."

"I'm going to LA with PJ." I say abruptly. I couldn't take any more small talk. I had to get it off my chest. There's pure silence on the other end.

"You're going to LA....like today?"

"Yes, our flight is at 7:00"

"For how long?"

"We'll, that's the thing. See, I asked him what he had planned, what he wanted out of us....Because I was confused, and nervous, and scared, and didn't want to get hurt...."

"And he told you to move in with him?" She inquires, beating me to the punch.

"Well, um....Y, yeah...." I stammer. It's again, quiet on the other end.

"So you're leaving Knoxville and I'll never see you again...."

"What?? No!! Of course you'll see me again!! So, I'm just going for a week for now. Just to kind of, get a feel for things. See how things go with us, ya know?"

"Okay then what happens at the end of the week?" She asks.

"....Well if things go good....I'm moving. But I'll be back of course to get the rest of my stuff from my apartment, and to see you. And PJ said he'll pay for your plane ticket whenever you want to come visit. You can come out whenever you want, Brandy."

It's quiet for a few seconds.

"I'm gonna miss you...." Brady whimpers, fighting back tears. This makes me tear up and do the same.