Love

Chapter 9

Yes this is an update, no it isn't finished, yes I'm fucking trying. Just been a long few weeks with lack of sleep, school, work, finding time to eat, and then writing this. It's not done so please don't give me shit. I know where I want to go, I have a lot of points of future written, it's just trying to fill in the in-betweens so be patient please. I'll try and finish this in the coming days. 

Thanks

"Updated"

It's been a whole week and still no word back from Tori. I've sent texts after texts and still no response. I mean I get that she's hurt, I am too, but I thought we were friends, and friends message back. I leave tomorrow for orientation and tomorrow morning is my last chance to see her... maybe I really did hurt her

Brennan stood in his bedroom doorway and looked at the desolate, empty, remains of his room. It was so empty, no clothes in his dresser, no papers on his desk, no decorations hanging or sitting on the shelf, no laundry hamper; nothing. The only thing left were the clothes he laid out for the previous morning. As soon as he and his parents were ready to go, they'd head out early the following morning.

Inching towards the comfy bed that beckoned him, Brennan laid down, sinking into the lush comforts of his mattress. His intention was only to lie there, but his eyes creaked shut, and he drifted off to sleep.

Roused in the eve or morrow by his mother, he dressed and readied himself for the day. With orientation starting at one o'clock and the Robinson's living four hours away, that meant–Brennan's dad being how he is–they would leave around seven in the morning, ensuring they got there early.

"If you're not fifteen minutes early, you're already late," Brennan's father often said, but in this case, I guess the fifteen minutes is being replaced with two hours early...

Roused and ready, the family headed out in their separate vehicles, both filled to the brim with what seemed like everything belonging Brennan had ever owned.

Following close behind his father's truck listened to his music at an ear shattering volume, its tone seeped through the jeep, and its bass vibrated the mirrors and glass.

For several hours the two vehicles drove until they finally reached their destination: West Oaks University.

The campus was littered with large pine trees, their needles lined the concrete paths like tile in a bathroom, leaving no evidence that there was even ground beneath. Vibrant purple, yellow, and pink flowers added pops of color at every crosswalk, giving students with allergies even more things to worry about in the coming years. The buildings were large, red bricked with gothic pillars and colonnades; they too had were dotted with popping flowers and pine needles.

Following the directions from the foam signs set out to advice the new students; the family drove to the center of campus. Watching as many a student and parent strolled into the student center where they were by a rush of cool air and loud voices.

Walking aimlessly through crowds and crowds of people, Brennan's father stopped a young girl in the school's colors, "Where's orientation?" he bellowed.

"Upstairs," she yelled back, pointing upwards, "Third floor, Grand Ballroom."

"Thank you," he bellowed once more.

Raising her hands in a Thriller fashion she piped back, "Gallop on Stallions," walking into the mosh, her boots echoed as she left the family to venture upward to their destination.