"This is the most depressing thing I've ever done in my entire life," I tell Kyla as I tape the last box of her things. Charles walks in and takes it to the door as the two of us sit on her empty floor.
Kyla looks like she could cry as I pick up a picture that must have fallen behind her dresser off the floor. It's a photo of us when we first moved in with Formula One on the TV in the back. My laptop is in my lap as she looks intensely at the screen, "Look at how far we have come," I say as she turns to me with glossy eyes.
"If you cry I'm going to cry," I tell her pointing my finger at her as a tear falls from her left eye. She wipes it away but it's too late cause now I'm crying. Charles walks in looking like the standing emoji making us laugh through the tears. She hands him the photo and smiles looking at us, "The moving truck is here," he says.
"I hate this so much," I groan following the couple to the door, "Are you sure you don't need help unpacking?" I ask.
"You have helped enough," she says as we stand in front of each other, "This feels so final," she laughs. I pull her in for a hug and we both sigh not wanting to let go.
"I know we have plans in a couple of days but I'll miss getting ready together," I reveal as she rubs my back, "Now I have to deal with Lando alone when he comes over".
"Now that's tragic," Charles says as I hug him, "Thank you for all the help," he whispers as he squeezes me tight.
"Just text me if you need anything," I tell them as she takes a dramatic look at the apartment.
"I feel like I'm in a teen show where they have to leave their childhood home forever," she says as they walk out of the apartment. As soon as the door shuts the quiet settles in. I look at the missing side lamp that was hers and feel like having a mental breakdown. Her bedroom has nothing left in it. She sold her furniture cause she's going to share a bed with Charles. She got a solid chunk of cash for it all too.
I turn the overhead light off and shut the door. I've never lived alone before. I'm already terrified. I'm not cut out for this. I go into my bedroom and grab my towel to take a shower. I hear creaking and want to die. It was less scary when I knew she was here. Now I'm going to be paranoid that a murderer is going to be under my bed. I shouldn't have watched Criminal Minds in college. I grab my phone and text Lando as soon as I get back into my bedroom.
Evelyn: Can you stay over at my place tonight?
LandoNoFish: I would love to but I have training tonight until late and then I'm back in early the next morning
Evelyn: boo you whore
LandoNoFish: love you too and text Oscar I think he's free tonight
Evelyn: I guess he will do
LandoNoFish: don't pull a Vegas
Evelyn: Canceled. You are canceled.
I pull up Oscar's contact and we haven't hung out in a while. I miss my Aussie best friend.
Evelyn: what are you doing tonight?
Osc: Nothing, why?
Evelyn: do you want the real answer or the made-up one?
Osc: the real one
Evelyn: Kyla just moved out and I'm scared. I'll order a pizza and we can watch movies
Osc: on my way
Evelyn: a true bestie
Osc: <3
I quickly order a large pizza to the apartment and clean up from the tape and boxes from earlier. Every shadowy freaks me out and I now realize I need a roommate again. Kyla was comforting and no one can fill her spot but I need someone to physically be here so I don't insane. Oscar walks in wearing sweats and a hoodie carrying a case of beer, "I would have never guessed you were a little bitch," he says as I gasp in offense.
"I am not a little bitch. I just hate the dark and being alone...." I say trailing off when I realize I am indeed a little bitch, "Whatever. Just go pick a movie as I grab a hoodie," I mumble.
I see him grinning like a child and turn to the TV seeing Shrek 2 pulled up, "We just watched this like four months ago," I tell him as I go to sit down. There's a knock at the door and I quickly answer it grabbing cash from my purse. I hand it over and thank the driver before bringing it over. Oscar quickly grabs a piece and sits back hitting play.
"It's a classic and you're just a miserable person," he counters. I can't complain too much he's doing me a favor.
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