The last thing, my picture frame. I carefully tucked it into the pocket of my fathers old nirvana sweatshirt and set it in my suitcase and zipped it up reluctantly as I looked at my room for the last time.
"Kristin it's time to leave!"
"Alright Connor, I'm coming."
My last time in this house, probably my last time in Minnesota at all.
I gathered my things and slowly walked down the hallway into my parents old room, still exactly as they left it. The baby blue comforter left on the bed messy and unmade, the closet door open still filled with all of their clothes, and my moms makeup table messy with powder.
I smiled slightly as a walked into the room and headed to the closet.
Looking around I saw old dresses and suits that haven't been worn for years, and of course, hats and ties galore. I remember always taking my dads hats as a kid and pretending I was a rock star. I smiled at the silly memory and put the hat I hadn't even realized I had grabbed back on the shelf.
And as always, the shelf of treasured items, as they called it. The shelf where they kept all of their old t-shirts and sweatshirts from ages ago. I always asked them why they kept all of their old stuff, and now I get it. Each one contains a special memory that they didn't want to forget.
They only left us 2 days ago, and it already feels like eternity.
On the shelf laid my moms favorite shirt, an old van halen t-shirt from a concert she went to years ago. She slept in it every single night. I wanted to leave everything as it was, but I had to take this, along with the picture of us, and my dad's old nirvana sweatshirt, these are the only things I have left.
I trudged down the stairs with my carry-on bag over my shoulder, dragging my two suitcases behind me. I took one last look upstairs, breathing heavily to hold back the tears.
As I approached the bottom of the stairs, I was not surprised to see Connor standing alongside my best friend Dylan. He quickly embraced me in a bear hug and I lost it.
He must've realized I was crying because he let go and carefully wiped my eyes free of tears.
"Dylan I-"
"It's okay. I know you need to leave. Have fun in LA. I'll be there for Christmas break, I promise."
A slight smile formed across his face as he hugged me once more.
I was on the verge of losing it, but I kept it in to say my final goodbye.
"I love you best friend." I spoke quietly as he softly kissed my forehead goodbye.
"I love you too Kristin. Don't have too much fun alright?"
"I'll try not to." I laughed slightly at his joke as my vision became blurred with tears and I sprinted out to the car to keep from causing a scene. The only person who could ever see me like this is Connor.
Connor settled himself into the rental car as I took one last look through the rear view mirror at Dylan and the house.
Dylan looked at me and smiled as he made a heart with his hands, and mouthed slowly to me "I promise."
I looked over at Connor, most likely with a puppy dog face and said,
"I love you Connor. Please don't ever leave me too."
He looked at me like I was crazy and smiled, making me smile too.
"I won't Kristin. But for now, off to LA."
"Off to LA." I replied hesitantly.
I smiled my cheesiest smile at him which made is both crack up.
Maybe LA won't be so bad.
I hope.
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~Sarah
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Journey | A Sam Pottorff Fanfiction
FanficKristin's life is changed when she has to pack up her life in Minnesota and move out to the o2l house in LA with her older brother, Connor Franta. While there, she meets Sam, who turns her world around. But what will happen when the fans find out? A...