I am, We are Normal 2

Chapter Six

Students coming back to school are the worst! The students are always excited about showing of what they got for Christmas and meeting people they literally talked to, just before the holiday. "Oh yeah, I'm back."

Chase drove up the frat-street towards the fraternity house and parked just a few feet away from the entrance. "Here we are" said Chase and walked out and to the back of the car to get my stuff.

I opened the door and felt more nervous than I ever was when I finally got to get back home from hospital. "Are you coming?" grunted Chase and carried my bags up the front doorsteps, "Yeah" I replied unsurely and slowly started walking up the stairs, hearing each of the floorboards creek as I stepped on them.

"ISAAC!" I hear someone yell from the inside of the house, followed by someone stomping down the stairs and run out towards the front door.

"MITCH!" I yell as I see him running towards me to hug me. "Oh my god! How are you?" Screamed Mitch in my ear as we hugged each other, "I'm fine" I replied and tried to avoid getting crushed by Mitch and his violent hugs.

"Who's left of the guys?" I asked Mitch and made my way inside, "What do you mean?" asked Mitch confused and worried as we made our way to the Livingroom, where we sat down on the couch. "Steven told me that there were guys that had left the fraternity" I replied and looked around to see if I could recognize the ones that had left, but I never got to count them by their names.

"Oh, I don't know?" replied Mitch and started looking around as well, but it didn't look like he saw someone that were missing. "Hey! Want to come with me upstairs?" asked Mitch with a sinister smirk on his face, "Why?" I replied, nervous to know what he had done to my side of the room. "Just go up" replied Mitch and pushed me to walk up the stairs.

Mitch used some time, but eventually caught up to me and followed me up the stairs. I looked around the upstairs and saw that all the doors were opened, all except for Justin's and Jake's room. "Don't worry about them!" said Mitch and continued to push me towards our room.

"Come on, go inside!" said Mitch and pushed me the last few steps of the way. I walked inside of the room to see that Mitch had repainted the walls and decorated the room like we had always planned on, but on my bed was a welcome back basket filled with chocolate and well-wishes.

"Aw, thanks!" I said as I felt my entire body warm up, like as if I was in a sauna. "Thank you!" I said once again and turned around to see all the guys that sat downstairs had followed us up the stairs to surprise me.

"Thank you guys" I said and opened my arms to give them a group hug, even though they all started laughing from my reaction. They eventually hugged me.

The guys quickly got to their own rooms to pack out their bags and so did I. I opened the bags Chase had left on my bed and started unpacking, when I heard Chase by the door, waiting for me to respond to him.

"Ahem!" said Chase and knocked at the doorframe, "Oh, sorry" I said as I stumbled around the room, trying not to step on my perfectly folded clothes. "Thank you for the help! And thank you for driving me" I said as I hugged him. "No problem" replied Chase and eventually left me all alone with the rest of the frat-brothers.

"So, tell me. How's everything going?" asked Mitch and sat on my bed accidentally knocking over one of the stacks I had made of t-shirts. "I'm ok" I simply replied once again and shook of the unwanted attention. "And Justin?" asked Mitch and fixed the stack of clothes.

"I don't know" I replied and looked at the sky through the window, "He wrote me a letter and framed it with a bunch of pictures of me and him." I continued and unpacked my first bag. "Ok, does Steven and Chase know about it?" asked Mitch and helped me putting the empty bag under my bed.

"Yeah, I might have screamed it to their face..." I replied and watched as Mitch's worried expression turned into a confused frown. "Yeah..." I continued, but our conversation was interrupted by the sound of car tires screeching on the road.

"What is that?" I asked and looked out the window to see the very familiar Dark-silver Pontiac GTO.

"Justin."