The Summer That Changed Me

Chapter 24

After Cory and I finished watching The Fault In Our Stars last night, we just went to bed because we were both really tired. Today is Saturday, which just so happens to be the day Cory is getting picked up to go to the foster home. It's 9:30 right now and he's leaving around 11:00. Sandy has been getting up really early in the morning and working really late at night, so we don't see her around the house much anymore. Cory and I are sitting in the kitchen eating French toast and eggs because being the wonderful girlfriend that I am, I woke up at 8:00 so Cory would have a good breakfast before he had to leave.

"You must really not want me to leave or something, Livs."

"Well obviously I don't want you to leave, but what made you think of that so randomly?"

"Yesterday you brought me to Izzy's which just so happens to be the best ice cream on the planet, and now you wake up early just to make me breakfast before I leave. Either you really don't want me to leave, or you love me."

"Well actually it's a little bit of both. But eat up! It's not every day that I cook!"

"Ya know...your cooking isn't half bad. Actually, it's really good! You should cook for me more often!"

"Maybe I'll cook something for you when and if you come back from the foster home."

"It's not very likely but okay."

"Stop it. You have to think positive."

"It's kinda hard when the chances are really slim."

"Cory, stop it. Just please finish your breakfast."

It's hard enough that Cory is leaving in less than three hours, so it really bothers me when he's so negative about the whole situation. There's a chance that he might not come back if the family adopts him, but he also doesn't know Sandy is thinking about adopting him, so there's also a chance that he might be able to come back permanently. Cory and I finish our breakfast and I do both of our dishes because quite honestly, I don't mind doing the dishes. It's not one of my favorite things to do, but I'm not like Dawson for example who runs the opposite way when someone even mentions the dishes need to be done.

"So do you have all your bags packed and ready to go?"

"Yeah, but I have to bring them downstairs and set them by the door so I don't forget anything."

"Do you need help?"

"Umm, you don't have to help me but it'd be nice if you did."

"Okay I will, just because I love you."

Cory and I go upstairs into our bedroom and each grab as many bags as we can, there's a total of 5. I had to let him borrow some of mine because he only had two but I have at least 30. When Sandy went to my house to pick up the rest of my things, she didn't just grab my clothes; she got everything out of my room except for the furniture because she couldn't lift it by herself and my Mom wasn't too keen on the idea of helping her move things because it would benefit me.

As far as I know, my Mom converted my bedroom into like a craft room or something which is stupid because she doesn't even do crafts. I think it was just an excuse for her to change the paint color and rip up the rugs because they reminded her of me which is totally irrational, in my opinion. Dawson inherited my tv, which isn't a big deal because Sandy bought Cory and I a pretty good sized flatscreen for our room. He also got a couple of my other things like my desk and my tv stand.

After we get all of Cory's bags to the bottom of the stairs, his phone rings and he picks it up.

"Hello?"