Don't Leave

Chapter 3: You Sound Like a Teen-Age Boy Hitting Puberty

Please.Don't Leave

-Chapter 3: You Sound Like a Teen-Age Boy Hitting Puberty-

"We should take a walk some day. Dream about what we could've been, but I don't wanna leave this place. No faith in Brooklyn."

(A/N if you have not heard of Hoodie Allen, you have not lived! He's amazing! Look him up!)

Ugh... I slammed my hand on my alarm clock. It's that time. It's time for me to leave my whole life behind. I'm honestly terrified.

Rolling out of bed, literally rolling out of bed, I got up and changed into my black leggings and tye-dyed v-neck. I threw my hair up in a bun and slipped on my tennis shoes. What? I'm going to be driving for two days, you'd want to be comfortable too.

After brushing my teeth, I packed up the last of my things and got ready to leave. I lingered in my room, imagining it just as it was 36 hours ago. Every thing still in place, nothing packed up in boxes, Zoe and I laughing about something stupid, Hayden throwing popcorn at us because he was trying to watch the movie, the heart-to-hearts Zoe and I had, the times we cried, laughed, smiled, the times we cuddled and made our parents question our sexuality, the time Zoe and I had our fight, mine and Hayden's fight, when we talked about boys, or our parents, and every second I've spent with them.

Snapping out of my thoughts I grabbed my bag and purse and walked down stairs.

Great... He's not up yet. Oh yeah, Carter stayed the night last night. My parents thought it would be easier to leave in the morning.

Shaking him, I said, "Carter, get up. We're leaving in less than 10 minutes." Or should I say, I attempted to say. Still no voice. He mumbled, but refused to get up.

"Fine. Be that way," I croaked, pushing him off the couch.

"What the hell was that for?" Carter whispered yelled.

"For not getting up. Now hurry up and get dressed. We're leaving soon." I barely said. He groaned in response.

The things is, my mom isn't even getting up to say good-bye. They left a note on the counter with a credit card and said they'd see me soon. Yay!

"I'm ready. Let's go." Carter said.

"Give me a second." I whispered as I walked around my house one last time. It brought up the good memories, the bad, the funny, the sad, the scary, and just everything. It was hard. I don't want to leave.

"Hey, are you okay?" Carter asked placing a hand on my shoulder and snapping me back to reality.

"Uh, yeah I'm, uh fine." I stuttered. Carter reached up and wiped tears from my face. I didn't even know I was crying. Way to go Drew!...

"Well, let's get going. I need to stop some where before we actually leave." I said walking out the front door. Carter followed.

Shutting and locking the door had to be the hardest part yet. Shaking as I got in the drivers seat of my car, I turned it on so it would warm up.

I looked at the house where I grew up one last time, and smiled sadly. God, this was harder than I thought.

It took a minute for me to register what happened, but Carter reached over and grabbed my hand and squeezed.

"Look, I know we don't get along, but we need each other. We can get through this together if we let each other help. It'll be hard. I know that, but I'm willing to help you if you let me." Carter said looking me straight in the eyes.

I was in shock. I didn't know what to say. I just nodded and smiled weakly. I removed my hand from his and put the car in drive. Looking back at the house once more, I drove off. Heading in the direction of Sally's, I prepared myself for an even harder good-bye with her. I can't bother Zoe and Hayden right now. If I saw them, I don't know if I could leave.