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**Grayson, A week later**

"Are you like, fully packed?" I look up at my doorway, seeing Cam peeking her into my room.

Her hair is up in a bun identical to the one my hair is currently in, and I can tell she's already been up for a few hours cause her eyebrows are done and she just doesn't have a puffy face which would indicate that she had just woken up.

"How did you finish so fast?" She whines loudly, looking at my large black suitcase that's sat up, my backpack sitting against it, ready to be taken downstairs.

"Because, I didn't spend four hours planning an outfit for every single day." I respond, and she huffs. "Need help?" I ask.

"No, It's okay. But, I think Aj does." She replies, giving me a thumbs up before leaving.

I put the bookmark in my book and set it on my bed, before getting up and heading out my room and down the hall to Aj's room.

After knocking on the door, I go in to find him laying in the middle of his floor, his suitcase wide open and absolutely nothing in it.

"I hate packing, Grayson." He sighs, sitting up. "And I can't believe I have to go see her. She always rubs it in my face that she's four months older than me. Like, it's just four months, who even cares?" He huffs in annoyance, and I just lean against the wall.

"Want some help?"

"Please." He mutters back bitterly, and I sit down on the floor next to him, and begin helping him fold up the piles of clothes he has thrown around him. "Hey, Grayson. Can I ask something?"

He'd ask even if I said no.

I just nod, and he lets out a quiet sigh. "Do you think...do you think that Mom was happy when she died?"

The question catches me totally off guard, and my folding movements halt for a second as I look over at him.

"I mean, she always said she was so content with dying. But, I remember how sad she seemed before she really did, y'know." He continues, and I let out a deep breath.

"Just because she was content, doesn't mean she was happy. I don't think she wanted to go, but she understood that she had too." I reply, putting the now folded clothes into his suitcase. "Why the sudden curiosity?"

"A kid at school asked me what happened to my mom...when I told her, she told me it was okay because god or something makes sure everyone's happy before they die." He explains to me.

Ah, so this is a religious thing?

I'm not religious, I don't think anyone in my family really is, honestly.

"Well, everyone believes what they believe." I shrug, and he looks over at me. "But, don't let anyone ever force you into believing something, alright?"

"Alright." He nods. "Can I bring my Nutella with me?" He asks me, switching the conversation.

"I'll buy you some when we get there." I tell him, and he gives me a happy thumbs up before continuing to fold his clothes by my side.

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I get back to my room about two hours later, and check my phone to see the time.

It's 5:57pm.

Our flight is at 10, so we're probably gonna be leaving here shortly.

Being early to the airport is a must, in my family. I never questioned why, I just know it is.

I go to my messages app, and text my dad.

Me: Leaving soon?
Dad: Yup!! Make sure your friends are ready, too. How're they getting to the airport?
Me: I'm picking up Jae and Morgan, then Benji and Diego are coming together
Dad: Cool, see you at the airport
Me: K