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It felt like forever since you'd been in this room. Eight years was a long time. You laughed at the decorating skills of 11 year old you. Posters of different celebrities torn from magazines were taped to the walls, you bright pink zebra print comforter was placed neatly on the bed, not to mention the abundance of stuffed animals piled into one corner.
You dropped your luggage on the bed and started taking down the posters. While peeling one of Demi Lovato from above the window you noticed a blue Bronco sitting in the driveway next door. You hadn't seen the Dolan family since you stopped coming. Your cabins were the only ones around for miles, so your family had gotten pretty close with them. Your older sister would play with the little girl Cameron. They excluded you since you were 'too little', so you were stuck playing with the twin boys. They were fun though, and you never had a dull time with them.
You were in the middle of hanging your clothes up when your sister came into your room with a short dark haired girl it tow. Both of them giggling loudly. "Uh, hi." You say to the pair, trying to figure out who the other girl was.
"You don't recognize me? It's Cameron Dolan, from next door." She says, coming forward to engulf you in a hug. She looked so much different. It took you by surprise but hugged her back. "Look at you. You look so different." She says, standing back and admiring your features. It was true. You developed a lot from 2010. You used to be chubby, with braces, and acne covered your face. Now you were slim, tall-ish, straight white teeth and clear skin.
"You look different too. Where's your little clip on blue streak?" You tease, reminding her of when her and your sister had matching dollar store clip on hair that they wore every single day.
She scurried off with your sister to her room, closing the door behind her. You finished unpacking and decided to run downstairs and see if your Mom needed help. Halfway down the stairs, your eyes widened at who your Mom was talking to. "Lisa!" You shout, pulling her into a tight hug. Every Christmas she was your second Mom.
"Oh my gosh, Y/N is that you?" She asks, kissing your cheek like always. You smiled as she complimented how much you'd grown.
"I came to see if you needed help." You say to your Mom, still clinging to Lisa.
"No, she doesn't. That's what I'm here for. The boys came with us this year and are driving me insane. But you're more than welcome to go and help them if you want." Lisa says with a laugh. You nodded, missing the two goofballs you used to play with.
You yelled goodbye to them and skipped next door. You noticed that your Dad was helping Sean unload the car and put things by the door. "Where are you going?" You Dad asks from the car. You spun around waved at Sean who was beside him.
"I'm going to go see the boys." You answer.
"Okay, but if you go in a room alone, make sure the door's open." He answers. Sean laughed, and you blushed. This wouldn't have been an issue eight years ago. But ever since you turned 13 your Dad had been very strict about your friendships with boys.
You didn't bother knocking since they were like family, and walked into the all too familiar living room. It hadn't changed a bit, other than the completely bare Christmas tree in the corner and a new piece of furniture here and there. You could hear deep voices from up the stairs, so you followed the sounds until you bumped into a tall boy with dark messy hair. "Y/N?" He asks, squinting questionably at you. You nodded, trying to figure out which one he was. "It's me, Ethan." He answers as if he read the question in your mind. You hugged him and assisted in dragging a few bags to his shared room where the other twin stood. "Look who I found." Ethan says, gaining Grayson's attention.
