I will soon forget the color of your eyes (in editing)

chapter 2

*Kellin’s view*

I force the last box from my room into my car. We were moving from this small town to San Diego, and frankly I was terrified. Mom hopped in her truck and led the parade to an unknown place. The moving truck follower mom and I followed the moving truck. The drive was long and slow, but at least I was in the car alone so I could blast my music. But my music wasn’t loud enough to where I could drown out my thoughts. No, my thoughts decided to go on and ‘what if’s’ spree and scare me shitless.

‘What if my neighbors hate me?’

‘What if people at school hate me?’

‘What if I get bullied again, but like worse?’

‘What if I get my heart broken again?’

‘What if people find out I’m gay?’

‘What if I relapse and people find out?’

‘What if’s’ continued to flow through my brain until finally we stop in front of a really nice looking house. It was two stories tall, well painted with a light blue, a large yard, a large porch, and it just was nothing like I used to. I was used to a very small house with one or two bedrooms, broken windows, peeling paint, and almost no yard. This was going to be great.

It was 1am and I was extremely tired, but we had to drag all the boxes into the house before anything else. I get out of my car when I hear something moving from across the street. I squint into the darkness and see a boy with shoulder length hair, jump down from a tree.  He looked around my age and he looked distressed. I wanted to go talk to him but he could just be some girl’s boyfriend who snuck into her room so daddy wouldn’t notice. I didn’t want to get involved in any of that drama. He made his way over to what I assume to be his car and opened the door. But before he got in he looked over and saw me staring at him. I quickly look away and blush like crazy.  I start to pull the boxes from my car when he pulls out of the drive way and drives down the street in a hurry.

Yep defiantly someone’s boyfriend.

 I sigh and continue to unload my shit from the car. When I get inside my jaw drops to the floor. The inside was gorgeous. The first thing you see is a spiral stair case and a crystal chandelier. The walls where white and bare, the floors a hard dark wood. The living room was to the right and was humongous. The kitchen was to the left of the staircase and was connected to the dining room and the dining room connected to the living room through a hallway, where there was a bathroom. Upstairs there was a long hide hallway with three rooms on each side. Each room had its own bathroom except for two of them. Five bedrooms, four bathrooms and like an office. I take the bedroom at the end of the hall and start piling boxes upon boxes into it. My bed was moved into the room, and I went to help mom with the rest of our things.

By the time we were done it was nearly four in the morning. Mom said I didn’t have to go to school this week but I would have to go next week. I decided to unpack my boxes and do up my room. I push my bed up against the far wall and my desk and dresser against the opposite wall. I put my flat screen TV that I just bought, on my dresser and hook up my Xbox. I throw down my black, fluffy rug right by my bed, hang up my new curtain, put up numerous band posters and hang up my band shirts. I arrange my magazines and CDs, I make up my bed and put my hair product in the bathroom.  When I finally lay down in my bed to go to sleep, my alarm goes off. Mom would be mad if I didn’t get up because she wants me on my school schedule. I groan and get up. I take a quick shower, and dress in a Linkin Park shirt and black skinny jeans. My hair is a wet mop, I brush it out, blow dry it, flat iron it, and put spray it with hairspray. Looking in the mirror, I glance over my outfit for the day and give myself a mental thumbs up in approval.