"You may be his world, but you're the only thing that ever felt like home to me."
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Some people never get second chances. Lilah never thought she'd get one with her brother's best friend.
She's quiet...
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The early morning chill seeps into my hoodie as I adjust the strap of my bag over my shoulder. The street is quiet except for the occasional car passing by, but inside the apartment, we've been up for hours getting everything packed for the trip.
Hues of a light blue and orange covers everything from the sun beginning to rise. My brother was adamant on us leaving early to beat afternoon traffic, which is why we're all super tired.
Beside me, Kayce stands in front of the trunk, busy stuffing a suitcase in, grumbling under his breath when it doesn't fit the way he wants.
"Just shove it in," Natalie laughs, standing beside me with her arms crossed. An amused expression is able to be seen on her face from my brother's struggles.
"It's not that simple," Kayce mutters, pushing against the bag like that'll magically create more space.
"It is that simple," Jackson says from the other side of the car, leaning against the passenger door with his arms crossed. "You're just making it difficult."
He pauses for a moment and glares up at him. "I don't see you helping."
"Because I'm not the one who packed like we're moving across the country," Jackson's cocky smirk lifts the left side of his mouth.
"I like to have options." Kayce mutters while shooting a look at him before finally shoving the bag in with a grunt of satisfaction.
Natalie laughs at the two as she sets her own bag down beside mine. "You could survive an apocalypse with half of this."
"You say that now, but when you need a phone charger, an extra hoodie, or a snack, guess who's got it?" Kayce smirks and crosses his arms over his toned chest, his ego way too big.
I shake my head, reaching down and placing my bag back onto my shoulder, ignoring Natalie telling my brother that nobody wants to touch any of his things because he's gross. I use the brief moment to glance over at Jackson.
He stands slightly apart from the rest of us, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets, looking less tense than usual but still guarded. Like he's still debating whether or not getting in this car is a good idea.
I don't blame him. This trip is different after all. It's not just some ride across town—it's going home. For me and Kayce, it's familiar and for Natalie, it's normal.
For Jackson? It's a place he hasn't been in years. A place he used to belong before everything changed—he changed—and convinced himself he didn't want to go anymore.
Or maybe he thinks he doesn't deserve it?
Natalie reaches down before she tosses her backpack into the trunk on top of the pile of luggage like a cherry on top of an ice cream sundae. She then turns to me with the familiar look of excitement shining in her brown eyes.
