The memories we've made

Rebecca

Laying in "my" bed, not even sure if I can really call it that, I stare up at the ceiling debating how best to avoid Chase. I have yet to see him yet in the 3 hours I've been here.

After Rebecca announced my arrival to her parents, they helped me unpack while asking me a million questions. 'How have you been?' 'Are you still interested in photography?' 'Excited for senior year?' And so on. Don't get me wrong, it felt nice to be around the larsens again, but it's still a big adjustment.

Still needing to unpack, I decide to get up and start on some of the boxes.

The room itself is enormous, just like the rest of the house. I have my own walk-in closet attached to my room. The only downside to this room is it is on the 2nd floor along with Rebecca and Chase's rooms and there is only one bathroom. Meaning we will have to share. Lucky me.

Once I have my clothes all hung and everything else stored, I head to Rebecca's room.

"Hey, is it okay if I come in?" I say to her closed door. She dragged me into her room by the wrist after opening the door almost instantly.

She plops down onto her bed and stares up at me expectantly. "I was wondering if you would want to go with me to the ferry to get some ice cream?" "PLEASEEEEEE" "Oh awes-" and with that she's up and walking out of her room "-ome," I let out a chuckle before following after her.

By the time I make my way to the door I can already see her waiting patiently in the jeep. Following suite I hop in, click my seat belt, turn to look at her and say "you ready?" "Duh, do you mind" she motions towards the aux, I give her a nod and she. plugs her phone in.

I have to admit Rebecca has a killer taste of music. There was some Taylor Swift, Rihanna, Benson Boone, Katy Perry and my personal favorite, Miley Cyrus.

We're both signing, laughing and "dancing," I had forgotten how cool she was. I missed this.