The boys next door || completed

Birmingham or Bournemouth?

I wake at eight the next morning and rub the sleep out of my eyes.

Why is everything packed? Oh, Alex's coming to pick me up today! YESS!!

I climb out of bed and promptly fall over a pile of clothes. Ugh, why do I never plan in advance?

I get dressed ( http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=186260681 ) and pack everything I left last night. I decide to skip breakfast and take my guitar out for half an hour.

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I've just got a nice melody going when my watch speaks to me.

"Your brother's here for you Emily." The electronic voice says.

"Thanks." I say to it and it vibrates slightly.

It's resetting itself from my voice and notes from classes.

I grab everything, put my jacket on and go out to the front office to meet Mr Brookes and Alex.

"Hey." Alex grins and I rush forward and hug him tightly.

"I missed you so much." I whisper, keeping my eyes closed, not really believing I'm getting out of here.

"Come on, I've filled everything in, we can go." he takes my hand and one of my cases.

"Kay." I smile at him before waving to the prison. "Oh, nice car!" I wink at him.

"It's dads." Alex opens the boot of the car and we manage to shove my three cases in and my guitar over the back seats.

"Still playing?" Alex asks, starting the car and reversing out.

"Yeah. It takes stress away, when I write, because I can put the words into songs and channel my emotions that way." I'm babbling, I know, and just watch my hands tap my knee.

"Cool. Um... Mr Brookes offered to tell you this, but I wanna tell you personally."

"I know about the divorce Al." I smile.

"No, this is something different. Err... I'm moving." He says, putting his hand on my knee. I turn and stare at him.

"Where?" I try to think what life will be like without movie marathons, holiday activities, fake sick days without my big brother will be like, but I can't; he's always been there for me.

"LA. I'm sorry, its work, and I'll be out there for at least two years with hardly any breaks unless it's an emergency or compulsory." He strokes my leg softly.

"Ok. There's always skype, right?" I ask, turning to face the window instead.

"Yeah. I'll call you all the time, don't worry. You'll be fine." He indicates and takes his hand away.

"I don't know." I whisper, but I don't think Alex hears me.

As we pull up at the house, there are already boxes in the hall way - the doors open so we can see through.

"You're leaving now?!" I exclaim, getting out of the car.

"No, two days, that's mums stuff. They've sold the house, but its your choice who you live with. Well, unless you want a lawsuit for custody going on." Alex unlocks the boot and we drag my bags out.

"Emily!" mum runs up to me in tears.

"Mum, what's wrong?" I ask, hugging her.

"You're back! I'm so happy!" she says, squeezing me so I feel like a cobra's eating me.

"Yeah, what's going on? Why aren't you staying here?" we walk in, dodging round boxes as we go.

Mum sighs. "I'm moving closer to my work, up in Birmingham. Your dad's moving down to Bournemouth. You get to choose where you live." Mum smiles before picking up more boxes and carrying them out to the car.

"Dad?" I call through the house.

"Emily? Hello." He pops out from behind the basement door.

"Why are you moving down to Bournemouth?" I ask. As far as I know, we have no ties there.

"New work down there, good schools and that's where my sister used to live." Oh. "I'm not gonna do what your mother's doing and guilt tripping you into staying with me because I'm not like that. Just, think of you when you do decide, ok? It's not always going to be about us you know." Dad smiles before going back down.

He's right, it's my choice. But how do I choose? Birmingham or Bournemouth? Mum or dad? Beaches or shopping centers? This is going to be more difficult than I thought...

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This chapter was just to fill in on her family and everything like that

The picture is Alex btw

Hope you guys are having a good new year!

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Beca xx