Michaels POV.
I race up the small set of stairs of my house to my room. Everything still as I left it two days ago, it looks like a tornado came through.
I gather up a duffle bag full of clothes, snacks, and cd's. Ashlyn had decided to come out of the car and stand in the door way of the house.
"So is your mom cool with this?" She looks around the open living room.
"Well, she normally doesn't care. She's on a business trip right now." I sling my large bag over my shoulder and walk past her towards the car. The autumn air is cool but warm, perfect for wearing what ever you want.
Ashlyn opens the trunk that has a bag full of what looks like her clothes and another bag of food. Looks like I don't need mine.
"Ready?" she smiles at me as I toss my bags in with hers.
"Yep." I return the smile and swing open the car door. Ashlyn's phone is turned back on, weirdly enough it's not going crazy,"did you call your dad?" I ask her
"No, I figured he gave up and that I'll return soon enough." she climbs into the car holding a bag of Doritos and two bottles of water and trail mix on top of those things.
"Hungry much?" I ask her taking the food from her hands.
"Hell yeah. I'm always hungry. How about for dinner we grab pizza." I guess she really likes pizza, but again so do I.
"Let's get to Boston already." I sigh with a small laugh hidden behind it. I run my hand through my fire red hair.
"I can't wait." she grins, starting the car and pulling out of the drive way.
