As A Cliché: A Short Story

Day 7

"There. that's the last box" I handed the box of clothes to Jax and wiped away another tear. I wrapped my arms around myself and leaned against the door of Jax's new house in Cali.

It was a nice house, three stories, beautiful architectural layout, it has everything. Jax had a really huge room on the second level, a walk in closet, private full bath, he even had a really nice gym right across the hall.

My parents let me come with them to unpack everything four days ago, you know, another hand to help. But after this it's back to Albany for me, all alone.

"I can't believe you're actually gonna be gone Jax." I cried and wrapped my arms around his waist. burying my face in his chest I soaked his shirt in tears. Jax just hugged me back and soothed my hair like a good friend would.

"I'm gonna miss you Jax." I whispered and squeezed my arms around him tighter.

"I'll miss you more Katie" he said resting his chin on the top of my head.

"Kate honey, the driver is here to take you to your flight." i looked at Grace sadly and nodded.

Unlatching myself from Jax I tried to yank out all of my heartstrings that've attached to him. I hurriedly ran down the stairs of the huge house and out the door.

I practically jumped into the car. I hate goodbyes, so the best way to handle them is o not handle them at all.

"Let's go" I told the driver quietly, looking back at the house. Jax's head poked out the front door and he tried to start running towards the car. This is so cheesy.

I smiled a little and raised my hand out the window, he must've seen me waving because he stopped running and waved back, until the diver slowly put him out of sight, and out of my life.

Well except for the fact we have cell phones, social media, computers, laptops, umm... technology, heck! We could even write pen and paper. I just didn't want to ruin that moment.

I leaned against the window and watched all the houses go by, house by house, block by block.

"Miss, we've arrived to your flight." the chauffeur said, opening my door.

I stepped out, thanked him for the ride, and made my way towards the private flight waiting, to take me home. away from Jax.

✈️✈️✈️✈️✈️HOME🏡🏡🏡

After I got off of my plane was back in Albany I walked outside, to look for my parents, supposably holding a sign.

"Katlyn!" I looked behind me to see yet another driver.

I sighed and gave him a weak, sad smile, which I assume he took as a tired one because he ushered me to a large black SUV and helped me in.

Buckling up I leaned against the back of my seat and closed my eyes.

Images of Jax and I flashed in my memory, I really overlooked Jax's importance in my life. he was seriously and no doubt my everything. I have other friends but me and Jax just click, or clicked I mean. I took Jax for granted, now he's gone.

Well, I mean he's not gone, I can visit, he can visit, video chat, you get it. I just wanted a dramatic moment again.

When we arrived at my house I slipped out of the car and trudged across the lawn, my eyes filled with tears again at the sight of the for sale sign up at Jax's house.

I locked myself in my room and buried myself in pillows and blankets in my bed. trying to block out light, noise, life.... Not suicide, just like oh well, why explain it.

✈️✈️✈️IN CALI🌴🌴🌴🌴🌴

"Jaxson! It's time for dinner" my mom yelled up through the little buzzing system in our new house.

"Ok" I replied quickly and rolled off of my bed on to the floor.

Now I could say I'm not hungry symbolizing I'm depressed, but I'm a teenage boy, and we eat a lot, and I mean a lot.

I went downstairs and ate two steaks, three servings of green beans, and two servings of mashed potatoes, and you haven't even seen me stress eat.

After, I went strait to my room now that we have a small staff to clean up after me. I laid down on my bed and pulled my phone out to call Katy.

I scrolled through my contacts looking for the k's.

Kyle
Kaden
Kegan
Kelly

Liam
Logan

What? I scrolled through again, and still no Katy. I must've never thought to get her number since we lived next door. well crap.

I stayed up almost all night calling my old friends, guys on the baseball team, everyone I knew, I called. and not one of them knew Kate's number. I had no clue she was that much of a social wallflower.

I sighed and stared down at my now dead phone screen. like 100 people and not one knew Katie's number.

I laid down on my bed after plugging my phone into the charger and looked at my alarm clock that sat atop a un-emptied moving box.

12:56 pm

The blank walls of my new room taunted me. just standing there full of emptiness. I chucked one of my pillows at it and it harmlessly fell to the floor.

I groaned and got out of bed to go pick it up. walking across the room, something suddenly crunched under my foot, sticking what felt like plastic into my skin.

A grunt came out of my mouth as I stumbled around, holding my foot, it felt like a Lego. leaning over I picked up a stray shirt that seemed to be hiding whatever stabbed me.

Whipping the shirt away I chuckled and stepped away from what was on the floor. I picked up the broken plastic Starbucks cup and threw it away in my bathroom. Kate must've left it on the floor when she was helping my move boxes and unpack.

I grinned at the picture Kate hung in my bathroom, right over the doorway, it was of her of course. We were both in third grade. It was picture day and Kate had been wearing a new outfit that her mom had gotten her. she was so excited though, during PE her and I were racing, she fell head first into the dodgeball bin and completely messed up her hair, along with a nasty black eye. Yet still, there she stood in the picture tangled pigtails, a black eye, and a grin.

I laughed a little bit more but then stopped. it just wasn't the same laughing at that story without Kate to laugh along at herself.

Man, only a few hours without her and I'm already lonely.

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