What we're made of. (Logan Lerman fan fic)

Chapter 5

**Flashback**

Logan's POV:

"Logan! Come on the van is ready!!!" my mom hollered from down stairs.

"Coming!" I took one last look at my room, now empty, and sighed. I was really going to miss this place. I made my way downstairs and out the front door. My mother sat in the front seat nof the moving van, waving me on. I stopped just before the can and looked down the street. Stella only lived 3 doors down, if only i could nsay goodbye one last time... She had ignored my many calls and trips to her house. She wasn't one for goodbyes, i knew that, but i couldn't just leave.

"Logan honey," My mother said, "If she doesn't want to see you off, maybe she's trying to move on. You should do the same." Maybe she was right, maybe Stella was better off without me.

*car and plane ride later* I got out of the cab and looked around. It wasn't the same as Yreka, Canada, but it would have to do. We had moved to Stacey, California to a suburban like house. The town was different, but the houses were similar, reminding me of what i had left. I checked my phone once more, but she still hadn't called or texted me.

"Well, i have to check us in at 8 tomorrow so don't bother with any boxes. Just get on up to bed," My mom called as i went into the house. The interior was modern, but cozy. Not that it mattered. I found the smaller of the three rooms and threw my bag on the floor. My body sank with a plop on the bed, exhausted. Soon enough, my eyes closed and sleep overcame me.

*Next morning*

We arrived at the center for depression rehabilitation at 7:40 to give us a little time cushion before we had to check in. Upon entering the front door, we were greeted by a short redhead with a cheery voice.

"Helloooo dears!" She cheered, "Welcome. Are you both checking in today or just one of you?" The lady eyed me, smiling with a toothy grin.

"Just me," My mother said quietly.

"Great! Well we'll give you a nice tour before we show you your room. This way!" She flicked her hair and shuffled through the doors behind her, my mother in tow. I pulled out my phone again, yet to get any reply. I was here for my mother, but Stella was the only one on my mind.

**End of flashback**