I'll meet you there

10

21 years

"So were exactly are we going?" I ask I I look to Coden who is driving us to who knows where.

He picked me up at my dorm and insisted for me not to know the destination until we got there. It had been an hour into the drive and we still were going straight down the highway.

"I don't know?" He smirks.

"Well that's great your driving and you don't even know where we are going," I throw my hands up in the air. We had already talked about my hectic week and about my new dorm mate Phoebe who was so shy she didn't speak a word to me the first night. I even j cited her to come out with Rome and I but she just shook her head. But I didn't tell Coden that part.

"Stupid. I obviously know where we are going. And you do too," he says making me raise an eyebrow. I stay silent for the rest of the ride. Then we finally pull of the high way I sigh in relief.

"What was that for?" He asks turning down the music that was blasting through his crappy speakers.

"I thought you were gonna like drive to the Pacific Ocean and dump me in there in a burlap bag." I laugh at my own remark.

"I would never do that. That's fucked up," he responds.

"Well I'm glad your not fucked up," I reply as the car stops. As we get out of the car I look around to see a huge willow tree and a tree house built in the middle of it. Then I remember this place vividly. It was my old house.

"I used to live here. It was the best place I've ever lived," I sigh reliving all the happy and sad moments that brought the house together.

"Well this is were I live. I bought it from this man who said his close friend used to live in it. His close friend was Julia Brooks. I kind of did a 50/50 guess since your last name is Brooks," he smiles as I admire the house.

"Well I swear your a wizard," he leads me into the house and I relive that it had changed from the last time I lived here. But that's what I should of expected.

There were no more velvet chairs sitting on the side of the hallway as you walked in. The bright yellow kitchen walls were now covered in a black and white wallpaper.

"Want to sit down. I can get some to eat if you're hungry," he asks as he takes my jacket and hangs it on a rack. For a guy he was very clean.

"Um sure if you don't mind."

We sat and talked about our previous lives. I told him briefly about my elementary school years, and how my ex best friend quickly became the girl who I would tell everything too. How in high school I received a cash prize for a portrait that I drew.

"I sold that painting after I received my prize. It was a painting of my friend Blaze and I. I got sold it hoping that he would come out of hiding read the newspaper and purchase it, but it never happened. An elderly man bought it saying it was beautiful and reminded him of his children," I smile as the memory floats back very vividly.

"You must of loved him," he says as he takes a bite of his cracker.

"I did. And if I every say him again I'd slap him in the face and yell saying how dare he. I went through a lot of grief after that," I shake my head away from the thought. "Anyway why am I telling you this?"

"Because you trust me."

"You seem so sure about it."

"Because I am."

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We sat with blankets wrapped around our legs as the fire cracked and hissed. We talked for hours about everything there had to be in life. He then later pulled me closer to him and I rested my head in his shoulder as he finger combed my hair.