With a final look at his now bare bedroom, Sean grabbed the last of his things and went downstairs to where Miya was waiting for him with a sad smile already on her face. She knew in her heart that this day was inevitable and would happen sooner than later. But she can't help but get a tad bit sad.
"Oh, mom," Sean dropped the bags he was carrying to give his mother a hug. "It's not like I'm going to move that far. I'll just be less than an hour away," he chuckled as he rubbed her back. "Of course I'd still go down here as much as I can; and you, dad, and Serris can always go visit me whenever you want," he reminded her. "And Sarah too, if she wanted to!"
Miya broke away from their embrace and looked at her son, admiringly. "Still," she pouted at him. It felt like he had grown up so quickly before her eyes. "We'll miss you here so much,"
"I'll miss being around you guys too, for sure."
"Now, get going," Miya pushed him lightly towards the door, already in mother mode. "I know you're nowhere near done with all of your errands."
Sean sighed at the reminder. As much as he was excited to move out, he didn't quite anticipate how stressful it actually was. Transitioning from a teen and into an adult was really something.
Being a dancer and choreographer in California, it was only logical for Sean to finally move to North Hollywood where most of his work and classes were. It was also located halfway between his (now) parent's house and Kaycee's, making it easier for them to get together without having to drive for two hours.
Opening the door to his unit, Sean still couldn't believe he moved out.
His new place wasn't that bad for an eighteen-year old's first huge investment too. He had saved enough money to be able to rent a two-bedroom apartment with the intention of making one room as his home studio; he, after all, had to say goodbye to his two beloved garage studios back home.
It was just a little bit past eight in the morning and he was determined to get started with settling in as soon as possible.
And first on his list was getting started with setting up his new kitchen.
Sean, the chef, meticulously stored all his kitchenware in their proper drawers. He also mentally noted to not forget to go grocery shopping if he didn't want to starve.
Speaking of starving, his stomach grumbled. In his hurry to leave, he didn't have the chance to grab something for breakfast. All his cupboards were still empty, and all he had in his fridge was bottled waters.
But, as if on cue, the doorbell rang.
"What are you doing here so early?" Sean asked genuinely surprised as he opened the door wider for his visitor to walk in.
"Thought I'd come early and bring some food so we can have breakfast together," Kaycee replied sweetly, holding up two paper bags from a breakfast place just a few blocks away.
"What if I already ate?" he smirked.
"Then you have no choice but to eat again," she stated, setting the bags on the kitchen island before she hopped on a stool.
Sean followed her to the kitchen and brought out plates and utensils for both of them. "You're a lifesaver, Angel. I'm actually starving. What'd you get?" he asked while taking out the food from the bags.
He knew Kaycee mostly liked fruit and yogurt in the morning, so without asking, he opened the cup for her and slid it in front of her.
"I got you some scrambled eggs and chicken sausages with some spinach and mushrooms. I wanted some pancakes, so I got us buttermilk pancakes. You have to eat most of it though, I only want a bit," she explained, already digging into her parfait.
