Chapter 12

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Shelby

Plane rides for me are just thinking zones. I grabbed the blanket that Ross bought at the airport and put it over my head. Luckily for me, everyone around me was wearing headphones, including Ross. I put in my headphones and listened to music. Like everyone does after a break-up, I listened to sad music. 

I looked through my pictures of Tyler and I together until I started to cry. And it was the worst type or cry. 

To me, there are 4 types of crying. 

There's the happy cry, where your laughing so much that your stomach hurts and you end up crying.

There's the mental cry, where you're balling your eyes out because of emotional pain.

There's the physical cry, where you're balling your eyes out because of physical pain.

And there's the silent cry, where your quiet because you either don't want anyone to know, or you have no energy left for you to make noise.

And that's the one I was doing. 

The silent cry. 

I had no energy left to make any noises.

I looked at the time. 

We should be landing in two hours. 

I opened the camera app and tried to make it look like I hadn't been crying for two hours. 

I made myself look relatively normal.

I then took the blanket off of my face, grabbed a mint and looked out the window.

I wonder what things will be like in Seattle. 

Will I make new friends? 

I guess the only way to know is if I go.

***

The plane gradually descended and I took my headphones out, as did Ross.

We exited the plane and Ross and I took our phones off of airplane mode. 

Once we did, our phones blew up. I got more likes on my Instagram posts, got tagged in a few things. 

I checked my messages and I had 83 text messages from Tyler, 13 from my mom, and 10 from my dad. I didn't want to check them right now, but I was going to later.

"Okay, so, Adam worked a few things out, and my friend Max, is going to pick us up. He's also someone who is going to live with us. He should be here now, so let's hurry." Ross said to me as he practically ran off.

"Ross."

"Yes?"

"I have crutches. You're going to have to slow down."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that." 

So we walked out slower and eventually we found the exit.

"What does the car look like?" I asked him.

"It should be black- I see it. It's the one with the red head in it."

"Oh, I see it." 

I walked over to the car but heard someone calling my name. 

I turned my eyes only to see Tyler, waving at me. 

I walked faster to Max's car.

"Ross, let's go faster!" I warned Ross.

He shoved the bags in the trunk and ran up to the passenger seat while I went to the back of the car. 

I put the crutches together and threw them into the back seats. 

I scooted over and slammed the door shut, just in time too. 

Tyler just got to the car. 

I locked my door and Ross told Max to drive.

After a few minutes Max spoke. "Does anyone want to tell me what the hell that was about?"

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