In the End

Chapter 18

I went home and explained the situation to my mom a few days later. She told me to go upstairs and take a shower because I was getting upset, those always make me feel better. When I was done I came downstairs and my mom was hanging up on the phone. "Mhm okay thank you, I'll tell her. Bye now" then the phone clicked off. "Honey! you have perfect timing. I just got off the phone with Emerson’s parents; they agreed to let him stay with us for the summer until school starts down there. Isn’t that great?!” she asked with excitement. I now she would be disappointed, and she would probably get mad if I didn’t let her think I was happy or excited.

I didn’t want to see him let alone live with him for another month and a half.

She really tried to make me happy and I appreciate that. “Yeah mom that’s great I’ll drive over and help him pack up. Where is he staying? In the house I mean.” I asked. “He can stay with you, he’s your guest, and he can sleep on your pull out couch or something.”

Oh no why? You can sleep on the back porch for all I care.

I went upstairs and opened my computer. I’ve only been home for a couple days and completely forgotten about the Maroon 5 video. I clicked play, “Hey Finley! It’s me Adam. Happy birthday! That young man Emerson put all of this together. He really cares about you. That boy is lucky to have you and you are lucky to have him, don’t take that for granted. If you guys are interested I know some people you can talk to and that are interested in you so give me a call at 252-555-5760.” That was the end of the video. I closed the computer, wrote down the number, and drove to Emerson’s house. I walked up to the front door and banged on it hard. I rang the doorbell twice. His mother answered the door. “Hey honey, he’s upstairs. I think he’s sleeping.” I thanked her and stormed upstairs. I busted in his room. “Get up asshole you’re moving in” it was three days since I talked to him last, and me busting into his room was a major surprise. I ripped the covers off of him, opened the blind, and blasted his stereo. I went downstairs and got a ton of big trash bags. I went upstairs and actually looked at him; he looked like he got hit by a bus. I instantly felt bad; he was sitting on his bed staring at me. “You know I wouldn’t let you go away that easy.” I said as I plopped down on the bed next to him. I handed him some trash bags, “now pack boy!”

“Pack for what? He asked confused. “Your parents said you could stay with us until school started at the end of the summer but right now you’re wasting your time!” I told him. He looked as if I had just given him the present ever. I was glad he was happy .