John came back with five suitcases with clothes and three boxes with his stuff.
"Hey sexy," John said.
"Hey babe, wanna go get your room set up?" I asked him.
"Yeah. How 'bout you help me? I'd like that," he said.
I helped him with two suitcases and a box, mom helping him cary a suitcase and a box.
Up in the guest room, John put his clothes away and I put his suitcases under the double bed. The room had a bed by a big window on the end, a dresser on the side of the room, a cedar chest at the foot of the bed, and a couch with a little TV in another corner. A lamp was by the closet, attached to the bedroom, by the bathroom, also attached. All that was missing was a mini fridge.
"Hey, can you hand me a box, Lilly?" John asked me.
I handed him the box. He opened it. All that was in it were notes... From me.
"Remember in sixth grade? You put millions of notes in my locker, and I'm not exaggerating," he said.
"Is that what's in all those boxes?" I asked.
John blushed. "N-no... I have my other stuff in those two," he said, pointing at the other ones.
"Ok... here," I said, pushing the other two toward him.
The rest of the time unpacking was silent. The time after we hung out on the couch.
