Paper Balls

Chapter 1

Sam's POV
Me and Colby pull into the driveway of our new house. Everyone else was behind us, but we had to follow Elton here. We all get out of our cars and look up at our new home. "Gentlemen, welcome to our new home for the next 2 years." Elton says happily. "I'm so glad to be out of that small apartment me and Colby shared." I say as I grab my backpack and one of my suitcases.

"Yah it was pretty cramped." Colby agrees. We follow Elton into the house. We walk up some stairs and into a hallway that lead into two rooms. "Here's the first set of bedroom." Elton says. "Me and Sam will take these two rooms." Colby said. I look over at him with a smirk. "What? I want to be with you, well near you." He says with a smile. His smile has always killed me.

I walk in the room to the left room and set me stuff down. There's already a bed in there. "This is the big master bedroom I like to call it." Elton says. "I think Corey and Devyn should take that room. Aaron says. "You sure?" Corey asks. "Yeah, I don't need a big room like this. I'm just going to take this room over here. Its smaller." Aaron says and walks off.

I head back to my room and start to unpack. Colby comes into my room with my dresser. "Oh, Colby you didn't need to do that, I could've gotten that." I say and get up to help him. "No, I wanted to do this for you Sam." He says. I drag my desk over to the wall next to my bed. "Thanks Colby." I say.

"Listen, before we left Kansas, my mom gave me something for us both." Colby starts. "So I think it's finally time to let you have it." He says. Colby reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little locket. "Here, I think you'll like what's inside it." He says smirking.

I look up at him then take. I slowly open it and see a picture of me and Colby sitting on the bleachers at our old high school hugging. "I-I didn't even know this picture was taken." I say looking up at him. "Yah, my mom took it, she was bringing out all of the football equipment out and saw us." He says scratching the back of his neck.

"Thank you, I really like it. Can you tell your mom that I said thank you." I say. "Yup, now I'm going to go finish packing." He says and walks out. I continue to look at the picture. True friendship right there.