As I wake up I remember that today is the day I leave. I stand up remembering everything for last night. I go and grab a pair of sweats and a black shirt to out of then walk down stair to get some coffee.
"Good morning." Justin says with sadness in his voice.
"Morning." I reply back. I walk over to the coffee pot and poor me some coffee.
"Today's the day your gonna become my out of girl." Justin says to me as a sip my coffee. I look at him and go back to drinking my coffee.
"What time are we leaving?" I ask.
"Well it's 9:00am so I guess about 10:00am. I found you a nice little apartment in Houston, Texas." He says.
"All the way to Texas that's 13 hours away." I say sadly.
"I know it's far away but you gotta move on." He says. I put my coffee in the sink and walk up stairs to get ready to leave.
Justin's POV:
I hate to have a make her leave but it's the best, I repeat to myself so I don't break. I walk upstairs to go get ready to leave. I get a small bag and put 2 outfits in it and some shoes. I grab my gun in just in case anything happens. After about 20 minutes I go to her room and ask her if she's ready to go.
"I suppose I am." He says. I can hear the pain in her voice.
"Okay" I say as I grab her bags and hand her my keys "go unlock the car while I get your stuff." I say.
As she disappears around the corner I sigh and look back at her room and walk down the stairs. When I get to the car I put our stuff in the back and get in the driver seat. I look over to her in the passenger seat and see the sadness in her eyes.
"Look at me. I'm so sorry it has to be likes this. I hate having to do this but it's the best thing for us." I say as she looks at me with her big blue eyes of sadness. I can't seem to make up mind to go through with this but I keep driving and looking left to right as a cross the roads to her new home.
"Let me show you what your missing." She says as she take off her shirt.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"I'm not leaving you without a fight." She says as I stop the car she reaches over to me and takes the keys out of the ignition. She throws them to the back of the car. She swings her leg around and sit in my lap. I sit there with her all up in my face.
"Charleen I know you don't want to leave but this...." I continue to talk but she starts the kiss me so I stop. She grabs my hand still kissing me and puts it on her boob. I remove my hand and pull back.
"This isn't the way we need to do this." I say as I pick her up and out her back in her seat. I turn to the back to grab the keys and put them back in the ignition.
"Fine but I'm keeping my shirt off." She says. I start to drive, we have about 2 hours left till where there. I drive for what seems like forever till we finally pull up to the apartment.
"Where here." I say as I look at her. She grabs her shirt and puts it back on after a long necked car ride.
Charleen's POV:
As we arrive at the house I put my shirt back on and look at Justin sadly. He babbles on and I block him out to where all I can see his his eyes. Tears start to roll down my face as he gets out of the car.
"It's okay Charleen you'll see him in about a year." I say to myself to calm down. I get out of the car and wipe my face. I walk to the back of the car and grab my bags.
"It's just up there I'll meet you there." He says walking away. I stand there for a second then walk after him with my bags. He gets the key and unlocks the door, we walk in and set the bags down.
"So this is it?" I ask knowing that it is it but being ignorant anyway.
"Yup sure is." He replies. As he shows me around the place I notice the change in his voice, it gets sadder and quite.
"Will you help me unpack a few things?" I ask trying to keep him around longer.
"I think I'll stay with you tonight and leave tomorrow." He says.
"Okay that would be nice." I say in response to his gesture. We start to unpack my house decorations and stuff like that. As we unpack a few things he stops talking as much.
"What's wrong?" I ask in wonder.
"I just really don't wanna leave you." He says as I walk up to him and put my hand in his chest.
