Matthew's POV
The sun shined through Carson's tightly shut curtains, waking me up way earlier than I would have liked. I slowly pealed away from her sleeping figure and tucked the blanket tighter around her. The air was somewhat warmer than yesterday and as I walked into the kitchen I saw the landlord left a note on the fridge.
Carson Anderson-
Thank you for being such a good tenant over the past three years. I am so sorry that you've decided to leave, but I hope you strike big in the city of Angels. Your voice will stand out even more there. Don't forget us Minnesotan's! We'll all be watching your YouTube channel and expect lots of news!
Sincerly,
Mark and the Joneburgs
P.s. Matthew- Keep an eye on her for me, will ya? She's a spectacular girl and I know you care about her, but for her family out here especially? Thanks. M.J
I smiled at the gesture. Mark was a good landlord, and I had met his wife and kids on occasion. Carson obviously knew them better, and I'm glad to know that she was looked out for when she was here by herself. After all, she was 18 and broke when she moved here, but now she's a YouTuber and an Instagram Star, with over 16 million followers on both.
I start to pack some of her stuff. She really doesn't have much. The furniture came with the apartment, as well as the appliances, and she didn't need that much stuff. I put all of her food into a couple of boxes, grab one and head out the door, leaving it open behind me. I walked past a couple apartment doors before stopping at 8F.
I knocked lightly with my right hand.
A minute later a tired looking woman opened the door. Her brown hair was in disarray and her outfit was a dirty waitress uniform. The bags under here eyes look like she hasn't slept very well in a while, and I knew that she hasn't. She never does.
"Matthew! How nice to see you!" I embraced her in a side hug.
"Hello, Marissa. Its always nice to see you."
"Matt!" A little girl's voice yelled, and several set of feet ran towards where we were.
Hanging onto my legs were three little girls and two boys. The two oldest were identical twin boys- Tristan and Wyatt, 5. Then it was May, 4. And then it was Ashlynn, 3, the one who swears I'm her boyfriend. And lastly, Voctoria, 2. She was already running on her very stable feet and whined for me to pick her up.
"What's in the box?" Wyatt asks loudly. All the other kids ask me if its for them and if its a toy or a puppy.
I hand it to their wary mother and pick Victoria up, "Well, you guys. Miss Carson is moving away, and she has all this left over goodies, so I brought them over here so you guys can enjoy it!"
Marissa had set the box on the table and was sifting through it. She found so much cereal, bread, milk, juice, cookies, eggs, and more that would feed them all very well for the next two weeks. She looks up to me with teary eyes.
"Thank you!" She says as I put Tori down to go play with the others.
"I'll be right back, there's two more boxes."
"Oh no, you don't have to do that-"
"Marissa, really," I look at her with exsaperation, "Carson is just going to throw it away if you don't take it. Please?"
She nods with a smile.
I give her the second box after running back to the apartment and give all of them hugs, saying goodbye. Marissa is a single mom with three jobs and five small mouths to feed. I'm just glad we could help her.
I step into the apartment to find Carson crying at the table.
I rush to her and put my hand on her back, "Hey, what's wrong?"
She holds up the note with a sniffle, "They mean so much to me."
"I know, its okay." She calms down after leaning into me.
"You took the food to Marissa and the kids?"
"Yeah."
"Thank you." She stands up and stretches. "When is our flight?"
"5 hours. And we want to get there early."
"I'm going to shower."
"I'll start packing your stuff."
"Thank you Matt." Carson calls as she closes the bathroom door.
And wth that, I fly through packing like there's no tomorrow, not forgetting to set out an outfit for her to wear.
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