The sixth grade

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The morning bell rang, indicating we were suppose to come up from the blacktop into our classes. I made my way through the doors, up the stairs and to my locker. As soon as I got to my locker I hear the angelic voice I fell in love with "hahahaha. Man that game was sick last night!" You were talking to Brayden, being the bromance that you two had. Before you moved and changed everything. I got my books, and made my way to our home room to make sure I had a way to sit near you.

*30 minutes later*

"Hey sam," I said slightly blushing, as I sat down next to you. "Oh, hey Courtney!" I was stunned as the words left your lips that you would actually acknowledge my presence. I remained seated next to you for the duration of the homeroom class, until the bell rang. I went on with my usual schedule, homeroom, civics, math, English blah blah blah, you get it. "I know man. Ill miss you too! I can't believe dad didn't tell me sooner!!" I heard you say to Brayden."But Sam, you're my only real friend here man! What am I going to do without you?" I heard him say while he was clearly tearing up. I shut my locker and walked up to you, "hey Sam! What's this I hear about you moving?" I asked, trying not to reach eye contact. "Uh, yeah.." He said scratching the back of his neck like he always did when he was nervous (MOST ADORABLE THING EVER) "My dad told me last night that we would be leaving for Utah today after school... I was going to tell everyone at lunch," I looked up to see Brayden gone and everyone else in there class, we would be in SO much trouble. "But, what about... And... If.." I couldn't get a single word out without choking up, tears were definitely going too come. "Courtney, I'm so sorry. I know how much of a shock this is to you," I made eye contact with him, WORST MISTAKE EVER! as soon as I did, I broke. Years and years of memories came flooding back and I didn't know what to do, so I fell too the ground and cried. "Hey, hey, shhh. Don't cry" by this time Sam was on the ground holding me in his arms, whoa - I'm dying - "hey, look at me. This doesn't change anything. We still have our memories!" He said, I nodded unable to say anything. He was on the ground with his back up to the wall, stroking my hair as I laid my head upon his chest - I'm in heaven - "why do you have to have me completely mesmerized by you?" I thought to myself

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