Me and Blake Weatherly

Chapter 52

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*Two and a half weeks later*

"We'll miss you so much sweetie," Mom murmured in my hair as we stood together in a tight hug. We were standing on my walkway, and Blake was waiting for me. Everyone else was either on their way to the Weatherly's house or still doing some last minute packing. I still didn't know. As soon as she pulled away from me, her eyes twinkled as if she were about to cry. "I know it's bad that your dad won't be able to see you since he's at work, but he wanted for me to tell you to stay safe."

"I promise I will." I assured with a small frown, wanting to cry too. My parents...being far away from them...

It's just...depressing to me. I actually started to have second thoughts about leaving, but then I thought...this would be best. For me.

"I'm in good hands mom, okay?" I tried to smile, but already tears were streaming down my cheeks. I don't know where it all was coming from.

She stared at me a little longer and quickly blinked her upcoming tears away, "Promise you'll call me on your birthday?"

"Oh, I'll call you before that. Every day. I swear." I assured.

"Try to, okay?" She gave me one last hug and wiped a tear from my eye. "It's just for majority of the summer honey. I...you'll...we'll be fine until then."

"Yeah," I nodded my head, "Think of it as a healthy get away, for the both of us."

"Right." She tried to smile. "I mean, we all needed a break from each other anyway. With you being gone, your father and I will have more time to ourselves."

"Exactly." I smiled again and this time she smiled back without failing.

I sighed. All of my luggage was already in the back of the hummer. I started to slowly back away and I waved, turning around and slowly walking towards the hummer. It was all like slow motion for me...

I wanted to turn back. A part of me wanted to turn around and stay.

I got in on the passenger seat beside Blake and I started shaking a little, my tears coming faster.

"You sure you want to do this?" Blake breathed out, his eyes scanning my face for an answer.

"Yeah," My voice broke in between my short breaths, "I'll...be good. I'm good. I swear, I..." I trailed off, not sure if I was going to be okay. Actually, I think I'm going to be sick. I think I'm gonna puke.

My hands started shaking in my lap, and Blake placed his hand on top of them and offered me a reassuring smile. I quickly snatched a hand out from beneath his hand to put on my seat belt, and he started the hummer. Mom stood out on the walkway and waved, her dark hair hanging loosely from her shoulders, only in her morning robe and slippers. I'm going to miss her morning look.

Blake turned to me and wiped a tear from my eye with the back of his palm, and I quickly grabbed it and kissed it. I felt so weird, like I was going to lose a part of me from all of this. It was too much.

"Got your plane ticket?" He asked softly.

"Yeah, it's...it's in my bag." I took it out from a hand bag my mom got for me and held it in his face as proof, and he just smiled and backed out of the drive way, driving off shortly after.

We rode in silence. I didn't really want to talk. I needed time to take in my surroundings of NYC before I leave off to California for two and a half months. I might forget these precious surroundings.