Moon Girl

Thirty One - Wheatie

After spending an unruly amount of time looking for the printer, she found it. Sneaking it back to her room, Krystal set it up in the corner where she could easily hide it.

No one uses this anymore, not since Nancy. But I think Oma should have a few more pictures, I feel like she's missing out on so much. When I go visit her and I'll show her them all then. She always loved her pictures and the albums she used to make.

After printing off half a dozen photos, her next task was to find a picture frame. It was past 11 when she finally set up the printer in her room. Krystal tipped toed out of her room and into Nancy's. Photo frames wasn't something they had an abundance of, but Nancy did. Nancy framed everything.

Hopefully she has something I'll like. She liked such girly things like butterflies, rainbows and heart confetti.

Aside from the blanket fort Krystal never took down, there wasn't much in Nancy's room. A few odd and end things left out and some boxes stacked in the closet.

When Krystal had packed them away, which took her six months to go through her sisters room, she labeled everything she could. There four boxes of clothing, a box of photos, a box of her artwork and a box of her knick knacks. That's the box she grabbed, the knick knacks.

In the box were a lot of little things that Nancy either like or reminded Krystal of Nancy. There were butterfly statues, glass jewelry dishes, old string lights, a Bluetooth speak, little fake plants and extra frames or framed quotes.

Most of them were baby pink or cream with etched in butterflies and flowers. Not Krystals style. Finally, one caught her eyes. It was a simple white frame with a quote inside. 'Real friends get treated like family.'

This one is perfect.

After popping the photo into the frame with the quote cut out and placed in front, Krystal put the picture of her with the Hardy kids next to a picture of her and Nancy.

It's weird to see how much I've grown. I look like someone so different, and maybe I am, but I'm almost the same as I've always been.

A taping came at her window. Krystal jumped, her heart beating out of her chest. Slowly she crept to the window. Just as she was about to pull back the curtain, the tapping came again. She froze.

Someone is on the other side.

Taking in a deep breath, she flung the curtain open, scaring them both. After regaining his composure, Blake gestured for her to open the window.
"What are you doing here?" Krystal whispered into the night once she had the window open. "I just saw you." Blake beamed at her.
"Want to go for a late night drive?" She glanced at the clock on her nightstand.
"Fine." She hissed.

It took them awhile to pop out the window screen, but they figured it out. Krystal crawled through the window, closed the glass and pop the screen back in.

In the Jeep Krystal twisted her hands over and over again, nervous energy coursing through her.
"Lot of first for me today." She mumbled more time herself than anyone else.
"Like what?"
"Sneaking out, riding shotgun since Nancy and selfie's."

Sometimes I forget about Nancy. I forget about the past and I just see this vibrant girl in front of me. The girl with electric blue eyes and jet black hair. The girl with a contagious laugh and a mood altering smile. The girl whose good at math and can sing Rocket Man better than Elton John himself. I forget that she was once aloof and no one knew her beside Moon Girl. The girl who told lies about how she got her scar. The girl who lived in the shadow of her fallen sister. If you would have told me that girl could be the one sitting next to me in my car right now, I'd tell you, you were crazy. But now I'm the one that's crazy, crazy about her.