he ate my resume (on hold)

Chapter 2// Young Love

Three days, six suitcases, and two breakdowns, and I finally finished packing. My parents help me haul my luggage down the stairs, while sending  questionable glances at Bryce who's standing my the doorway.

He's going to drive me to the airport, where we have a flight around 1:00 P.M.

You know how you have these moments where you have when you absolute hate your parents? They tell you 'it's for the best' or 'we're just doing the best for you'? They're telling the truth, most of the time.

My parents are paranoid, they barley let me step a oot out of the house without one of them, or at least Bryce. Which is a good thing, they're protective, but at the same time gets on my nerves.

Bryce grabs my suitcase from my hands, "it looks like you're going to fall over."

I narrow my eyes at him, "I could carry that!"

"Sure you could," he quickly pecks my lips.

I narrow my eyes at Bryce, "I'm not weak."

"Ashley," my mother warns. "She's thankful Bryce."

Suddenly the suitcase slips out of Bryce's hand and it bursts open scattering books everywhere. Bryce's eyes widen as he see's all the books, "why do you need all that shit?"

My grit my teeth, "How. Dare. You."

Bryce quickly puts the books back, and shuts the suitcase. He grins at my parents and quickly runs out of the house. "Get back here!" I shout running after him.

"KIDS!" It's my father who yells. We both ignore him and Bryce throws the suitcase in the back of Keith's car which he'd 'borrowed.'

My parents bring the rest of the bags and we say out goodbyes.

"You need to call us every night."

"If you're grades drop, we're taking you out."

"No parties."

"No alcohol."

"No drugs!"

"Are you listening?"

I look up at my parents, "Definitely. I'll call once we're at the airport."

My parents glance at each other, then at Bryce. Then my father says the bluntest, and most embarrassing thing. "And please, don't get pregnant."

Bryce smirks, "I'll do my best sir."

I get on my tippy toes and hug both of my parents, and get into the passenger seat. "Bye! I love you!"

Then my mother starts crying, and my father leads her back into the house.

"Why do you only have one suitcase?" I ask him looking behind me.

"I don't need much."

Bryce starts driving in silence for a while, then turns on Rock Star by Post Malone, and starts singing to it while bobbing his head. I laugh, "Wow."

Bryce turns the music down a little, "You're wow."

I blush slightly and look out the window. Bryce turns the music up again and starts screaming out the lyrics.

Man, I feel just like a rockstar

I can't ask him anything, he's too happy.

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

I can't just ruin that.

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

"Bryce?"

He lowers the volume of the music, "Yes?"

"You're...Did you say goodbye to your father?"

He stays silent and turns the music up even louder this time and focuses on the road. We pull up to the airport, and take al of our luggage, and get them checked. We sit down not talking, as we wait for the plane.

"I said bye.... He slammed the door shut..." .His voice comes out shaky as if he's hiding something, and I decide not to push it any father. "I know that you already figured out, Ashley." I choke on my spit and look around, people are scattered in the rows and no one is around us.

"...And I trust that you won't tell anyone. I escaped Ashley, I'm never going to see him again. I didn't bring a thing that would remind me of him. That's why I only needed one bag. it's just for clothes."

"Bryce-"

"It's okay Ashley. I want to forget him, I don't need to talk about it. I don't want to be reminded of all the crap I've been through."

"Section C13 Departing to New York City, in fifteen minutes. Passengers please make your way to the entry way on the right." I hear the pilot speaking. Bryce grabs onto my hand, and we walk toward the opening doors.

We wait as first class visitors, and others board the airplane. When it's our turn, I hold out out tickets.

The worker looks as both of us. "Young love," She sighs. "I remember when I was you two's age."

Bryce clears his throat before answering. "Uh...yeah. Thanks lady."

"Wait, are you two not..."

"No," Bryce wraps an arm around my shoulders. "We definitely are."

I smile and take out tickets back from the lady who's name tag read, Janett. "Thanks Janett," I call over my shoulder as we walk through the narrow hallway with inflatable clear walls.

We walk towards the steps, into the plane.

Hi! Welcome.... this chapter took me a lot longer then I expected me to write. I don't know why, I've been thinking of this scene since halfway through the first book, but i think I'm doing pretty good...right?

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