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Avery's P.O.V.
August of Freshman Year

"Ethan, I'm fine for the twentieth time." I looked up from packing my bags and cross my arms. "Why do you think I still love him anyway?"

"Hmm, I don't know, Avery. Maybe because you still have pictures all of you two up on your walls, you have all of your old conversations and voice mails between you two. God, Avery.. it's been a year." Ethan had his back on the frame of the door with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face, knowing he was right.

"We were dating for a long time.. I guess I just forgot I still had them up." I continued my packing with my face concentrated on folding my oversized sweatshirts and worn down sweatpants.

Ethan pushed off the doorframe and walked over towards the old pictures. He glanced at me before taking the pins out of all of the memories of me and my ex boyfriend. He glanced at me again, almost like he was asking for permission. I slightly nodded my head as I watched him tear up my past.

He paused for a moment, looking down at a photo of me and him. Eventually, that moment turned into minutes.

"What's your deal. Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?" I asked him as I laughed and took a break from my packing.

"Avery, you'll always be my sister, even if there is no relation between us." Ethan put down the picture of us on a table and walked toward me. He pulled me in a hug and kissed the top of my head. "Don't forget about me, okay?" He whispered in my ear. I could feel his heartbeat. I never want to live without my best friend.

I pulled out of the hug and started laughing. "Don't be silly. How could I forget about my only friend?"

"Can you just work at Burger King so you don't have to move far away?" Ethan walked over to my suitcase and started help pack up my stuff. "I mean you're definitely going to need someone to help pick out your outfits and this-" he picked up an oversized shirt that looked like it was ten years too old, "-needs to be thrown away."

"Hey, no. Not that one.. that one was my moms." I pulled the shirt from his hands. "It's the only thing I have left of her."

Ethan came up behind me and pulled me into another hug, rocking me back and forth. "I'm sorry, Avery. I forgot." He whispered in my ear.

I pulled out of the hug. "I'm not going to remember our last few moments as roommates like this, okay?" I wiped a tear from my cheek and forced a smile. "Where's that brat of yours anyway?"

"You mean Kinsey? She'll be here soon. She said she's going to help you look nice for once." He chuckled and I glared at him.

"It's so weird, isn't it? One day, you're a senior in high school and the only thing that worries you is what's for lunch. Now we have to worry about the future and families and bills. The real world is so stressful. I can't think anymore." Ethan said as he laid down on my bed.

"Drama queen," I muttered under my breath. Ethan got up from my bed and pulled me down with him. He pulled my towards him a little too hard and my right knee landed in some place that it should not have.

"Ouch. Oh my god. Can't feel my balls. Aww. That was a mistake." Ethan flew me off of him and was dancing around the room.

"Geez, what are you guys going?" Kinsey said in he door frame. "He's mine, remember?" Kinsey had her pretty blonde hair perfectly curled with a pair of sunglasses on top. She was wearing a pink tank top that was way to small for her and even smaller jean shorts.

"Hi Kinsey." I said, getting up from the floor and going back to my packing.

"Hey babe. Umm, you know you're early, right?" Ethan asked, releasing his hand from his balls while making his way towards Kinsey.

"Only by a half an hour. I didn't want Avery to suffer that bad," she said moving Ethan aside and walking over to my suit case.

"I'll finish packing. You go eat or something," Kinsey said, elbowing me away from my bag. Usually I'd tell her to get the fuck out of my way, but this is the last time that I'm going to see her in a while. I'm going to miss her.
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"Close your eyes. . . Keep them closed." I giggled as I pulled him closer to the destination. "Okay now... open!"

He opened his eyes to our favorite place to be ten years ago after my mom passed away.

"It's our tree fort." Ethan smiled so big that you could see a tiny crack in his front tooth from me after I hit him with a baseball bat. "Nothing has changed," he said, climbing up the steps to get up to the tree fort. When he got inside, he put his head out the window and laughed. "Why did we ever quit coming up here?" I was going to reply back to him, but we were interrupted by-

"Okay guys, I'm done making your freshman year wardrobe fabulous," Kinsey shouted from an old window. I rolled my eyes with how perky she is.

Ethan climbed down from the tree fort and jumped the last twenty feet. He walked up to me until he was only a few feet away.

"Goodbye, Ethan James." I smiled, remembering that that's what my mom used to call him whenever he would come over for play dates.

He pulled me in for one last goodbye hug. "Goodbye, Aves." He chuckled in his deep voice and smiled. "I'm going to miss you a lot Ave."

A tear rolled down my cheek and I grabbed onto his shirt. "I'm going to miss you too." My voice was raspy from the crying, but he didn't mind.

I let go of him and gave him a quick smile. I turned to go back inside and didn't look back. When I got back to mine and Ethan's room, Kinsey was sitting on Ethan's bed. As soon as she saw me, she sat up and handed me my bags.

I pulled her into a hug and left mine and Ethan's room. I walked down the stairs one last time and walked passed Ethan at the door. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and decided not to say goodbye again.

As soon as I got to my car, I pulled out of my home for as long as I can remember. I was starting the next chapter of my life alone. I was starting it without my best friend.
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Readers: if you had read the previous Roommates, then this chapter will seem very similar to the old one. It will change up, I would just like similar plot line. I made the last Roommates when I was 12 and there was plenty of mistakes. To the new readers, I hope you enjoy!!

Also, please bare with me! The beginnings are not always the best but it will get better! And don't be afraid to tell me what you think.

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