IM 13 FOLLOWERS AWAY FROM 900! I WOULD BE SO HAPPY IF YOU GUYS COULD GET ME TO 900, BY MONDAY. (My 15th birthday), AND I WILL POST 2/3 CHAPTERS IF NEEDED! YOU GUYS PICK WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO. I CAN EVEN MAKE A TRAILER FOR THESE 2 BOOKS. YOUR PICK. LET ME KNOW, AND IF YOU GUYS GET ME TO 900, THAT WOULD BE AMAZING.
~Seto's POV~
"Babe?" I looked down at Skylar, watching her head fall to the side. She had been silent for a couple minutes, but I just thought she was listening to me talk.
"How is it, that every time I see you two, Skylar's asleep?" I jumped and looked towards the door, where Becca was just staring at me with a blank expression, her slurping at a slushy.
"I don't know, I never thought about it." "She hadn't slept much when you were gone, maybe it's all catching up on her? You have only been back for like two days, and she's already slept like 36 hours." I chuckled and pushed the hair out of Skylar's face.
"Oh well. So, what'd you need?" "What? Oh, nothing. Just that this is my dorm as well. We still need to finish packing, just so you know. We have to get out of here by 7:30 at the latest." I groaned before looking back at the sleeping thing in my arms. How can one person sleep that much?
"Here, I'll get you boxes, if you want to wake her up to start packing. It's already 1:25, and you two have yet to move from sitting there." I sighed and nodded, gently moving her off my lap and to being wrapped up into a blanket.
Becca sat a stack of unfolded boxes at the edge of the bed, before grabbing her phone charger and leaving the room. "Skye. Hey wake up. Skylar!" I didn't want to piss her off, because a grumpy Skylar is never good, but I needed her to get up. I would pack her stuff for her, but I don't want to have to worry about running into any of her personal things.
After about 10 minutes of useless techniques, I eventually decided to go with my second option. Pack her stuff up myself.
I just hope I don't get yelled at.
I folded up the boxes into the actual shape of boxes, before contemplating where I should start. Her books and movies seemed like a good idea, there shouldn't be anything private there... I hope?
I half expected kinda sappy movies, like the notebook, even though I know Skylar isn't like that. My smile grew when I realized all the movies she had were either comedy, or action.
"Avengers? Nice. Maze Runner? What even is that? Oh wait, it has that douche she likes." I started muttering to myself about the different characters on the movie covers, and I didn't even pass a second glance when I got to the 5 Seconds Of Summer Tour Edition. All the movie was really about, was explaining how they grew in fame and their life and backstory.
Skylar made me sit through the 4-5 hour biography, where she freaked out every time that one guy came on the screen. What's his face? The big red dog guy or something.
After books and movies, came all the knickknacks. I wasn't really excited for this, since I'm kinda accident prone. I found newspapers, and some of Skylar's clothes. I really hope she didn't need them right away. I wrapped everything up, stuffing it into boxes.
I was actually starting to feel proud of myself, well, that was until I realized I didn't label the boxes I had already finished. I groaned and wrote "IDFK" on top of all 4, before I flopped onto the floor.
Next came to boxing under the bed.
Only a couple shirts and pants were under there, nothing embarrassing. Trust me though, when I do, or if, I'll probably turn beat red and won't be able to talk to her until I come clean.
Everything was boxed, and except for a tote under her bed, all her clothes and bedding, and... All her posters. The nightmare moment, where if I even ripped a tiny corner, my head would get torn off.
I pulled the tote out from under her bed, still thinking about how I was going to get each poster off, pull each piece of tape off, and get them safely in a box, that by the time my brain processed what was written on the box, I was still not even fully focused.
"My stuff?" I pulled open the container, grinning when I saw everything I had ever given Skylar. A couple pictures I took of us, my blanket I gave her before I left, some of my sweatshirts, even my pants!? Now those, I don't remember giving her.
I scooted back, leaning against the wall, having a scrapbook open in front of me. Skylar must have made it, because it was random things she always said to me, and girls tend to have a better memory with what was exactly said.
The reason I'm saying that, is because she had some funny quotes we had said to each other over the past 5/6 years. Wow. Have we really been together that long?
"You weren't supposed to see that yet." I quickly looked up, seeing Skylar sitting at the edge of the bed. She had bed-hair, the TØP jumper she was wearing was halfway off her body, and her cloud-like leggings were twisted in different directions. I still find it unbelievably odd how I fall more in love with her every single day.
"Oh, sorry babe." She yawned and sank to the floor, slowly scooting towards me. I pulled her up onto my lap, her legs wrapping around my waist. I closed the scrapbook and put it back in the box, before settling back with Skylar in my arms.
It was a few moments of silence, and I almost expected Skylar to be back asleep, but then she spoke up.
"You smell like cheeseburgers." I chuckled and ran a hand through her hair, while she traced shapes on my back. "Is it a good cheeseburger?" She shrugged and scooted closer to me.
I grabbed the blanket from the box and wrapped it around her, but she just pushed it off. "What?" She looked around quickly reached for her phone. I was kinda surprised that she just woke up that quickly.
"Ugh, I forgot." She groaned and fell backwards onto her bed. I pushed her tote away and sat next to her. "I was supposed to be meeting my mom for lunch at 12:30. But you distracted me with the apartments, and then I fell back asleep..."
"Hold up! Mom? But, I thought that your mom was... You know..." "Oh, you didn't know yet. My mom is alive, as you probably can tell, and she just had amnesia for like 5 years and couldn't remember anything." "Oh." That left me speechless.
She just flipped her phone back and forth between her hands for a bit, until her stomach interrupted it by growling. Loudly.
"I guess I should take you to go get food. I could go for seeing your mom again also, if it's fine with you." I stood up next to her, where she wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Yeah that's fine. I-" She turned her head slightly and then back to me. "Did you pack my stuff?" "Uh... Um... Maybe! No-yeah. I did." She chuckled and ruffled my hair, but I fixed it when she turned back away.
"Ok, thank you. I really didn't want to do it." "Oh, I can tell." I chuckled and crawled up onto the bed, laying across it.
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