I unlocked the door, stepping in and drinking the smell of my home. Well, what was. Siren has things scattered everywhere. Half filled cardboard boxes with clothes flung everywhere.

"Siren! What the fuck is this?" I shout into the silent house. I drop my bags and walk to her room. She's asleep with her headphones on. I roll my eyes and close her door.

Siren is ridiculously unorganized and anyone who knows me knows it drives me insane. I pick up some of the empty boxes and head to my room. I pack up my little knicknacks and pictures from my dresser. I use my old guitar box to hold my posters. I maticulously remove them from the walls, careful not to even rip a corner. I make sure none are curled and tape the box shut. Next I moved to the kitchen and stopped. All this stuff is old and terrible looking. I went to the bathroom instead, frozen again in the doorway. I needed Siren to help me figure out what shit belonged to who. We'd shared everything since age 15 and it's weird to thing she won't be living across the hall from me. As I glanced around the house, I realized most of the shit in here we'd never want in our new places. Siren was moving into Ashley's place, which was already furnished. I sure didn't want any of this trash in Andy and Is new home.

I trudged down the hall, passing the weird clock she put on the wall. It was a little after four in the afternoon. I knocked on her door and opened it. She was awake finally, headphones still on. She jumped up and stumbled into me.

"Hey! I got an earlier flight than I thought last night and got here so I tried packing."

"I noticed. I didn't fly out till this morning," I wiped my tired eyes. "We've gotta sort through clothes and makeup and hair stuff."

"That's gonna take forever. Why don't we pack up everything we don't want first?" she offered.

We packed all the kitchen plates and cups and everything we didn't want from the kitchen and all the old towels and little decor stuff we had no interest in keeping into a few boxes and piled them on the old couch. Her parents had all their own furniture, so we decided to donate all our old furtinuture and stuff to Goodwill. Siren called Goodwill to set up a time for them to get everything from the house and I called the shipping service to arrange her car and my motorcycle to be carried to LA. She called for a pizza too while I went to my closet and pulled everything out and laid it on the bed. I opened some empty boxes and wrote SIREN on one and REYA on the other.

She came in and we sorted through everything and had to guess what was whose. Some things we instantly knew and some we had no idea. So we made a pile of what we didn't know and would split it equally later. I neatly folded all my dresses, shirts, pants, and clothes into my boxes and Siren just wadded hers up and tossed them in. It irritated me but I knew not to let it get to me. I taped up my boxes and then we went to Sirens closet and repeated. I was so tired I didn't even want to look at the bathroom. Instead we ate our pizza right out of the box and returned to the bathroom. We had so much stuff that we seriously had no idea how to even attempt the split it. Most of it was old anyway. I told Siren to just take it and I would get new stuff.

I found my blow drier and straightener and packed it away. Siren stays in the bathroom packing and I wrap up and protect my Fender Strat, Yamaha acoustic, and Telecaster. It all gets packed in the cases all cushion wrapped and safe. My room is so bare as I take in the empty room. The moving truck will be here at eleven in the morning and it's already two in the morning. I don't even bother getting some pajamas out. I just sleep.

I don't want to move from bed but I get changed and pack the last of my belongings. Everything is so bare. I take my boxes and stack them outside in a pile where the movers are loading the back of the truck. I have one box left in my room. I dont remember packing it but I pick it up and it joins the rest of mine. The goodwill people show up and begin taking the furniture out. I'm glad I'm not doing any lifting because for one, it's 92 outside and two, I'm still so tired. I return to my completely empty room, scanning it once more. Nothing. Nothing at al- what's that? I spot a small white square on the ground in my closet. I pick it up, it's a folded piece of notebook paper. I open it to see the scrawled hand writing.

Reya,

I know you are on your way to Florida now. I want you to know, darling, I will always love you. Distance will be painful for both of us, but please, stay strong for me. It saddens me so much to see you leave. I can't help but feel a bittersweet happiness as I look across my room at you. You had been awake, sitting in the window staring down at the street. I wonder what's on your mind. You are sound asleep in my bed now, but I'm the one who can't sleep. Your face is angelic in the pale light from my window, almost porcelain. I want to reach out to you, but you look to fragile and exhausted. This will hurt so much to be away from you, but you will always be here in my heart and mind, no matter what happens. Through my hollow past, I've never experienced such feelings in my life. Something about your smile, the way you blush, your nervous laugh, and even the way you hold your knees when youre anxious or upset, they are all parts of you that I undeniably love.

~ Andy

I couldn't move. Why had I never seen this before? I folded it up and put in in my jacket pocket, Andy's pocket actually. I had nabbed his hoodie in the airport. I scanned the last of the house and paused in the open front doorway. I looked out to see sirens car and my motorcycle being loaded on a semi. My bike went in a special compartment in the front of the trailer and her car in the back. The moving truck and goodwill truck left. Siren bounded up, throwing an arm around my shoulders.

"This is it Reya! Are you ready?"

"Yes, yes I am."

Notes

I should have another chapter out tonight guys.