Zak Pov:

Since it was a Sunday my mom had all the time in the world to nag me about packing my dumb suitcase.

For example, when I went to get a bowl of cereal for breakfast.

"Have you started packing?" She had asked.

"Mom, I just talked to you about this. And no, I haven't," I had responded angrily while grabbing a spoon.

Or, when I had forgotten my phone in the living room so I went to go grab it. She was sitting on the couch, as if expecting me.

"Have you started packing now?" She asked me.

"No. Mom," I had replied groggily while picking my phone up.

Or finally, right now while I'm in my bedroom.

"Honey, you have to start packing!" She insisted.

"Mom, the moving is basically a week away, packing now would be kinda dumb," I explained.

"But I know you honey. And you take forever to do things."

"Wow. Thanks mom."

"You know I only want what's best for you!" She said. "Here, I'll start packing for you."

She walked over to the suitcase that I hadn't touched once and started to open it, throwing the lid over and setting it on its side.

"Mom, what are you doing?" I asked with irritation.

"Just helping you get started, that's all," she responded as she walked over and opened my closet.

There she found some clean shirts and started to grab them.

I watched closely as she picked one up and examined it.

"What's this? I didn't buy you this shirt," she said.

My face blushed and I stood up to grab it from her.

"It's nothing! I just bought it on my own time!" I said quickly.

That was a lie. I had actually stolen that shirt a while back from Darryl when I visited. And I still have it.

"Since when did you go shopping for clothes?" She asked while laughing and going to grab another shirt of mine to fold and put in the suitcase.

"Since now."

I angrily held on to Darryl's shirt and sat back into my bed which I was laying on before I hurried and grabbed Darryl's shirt from my mom.

I continued watching her as she grabbed, folded, and then put away my clothing items into that suitcase.

"Do we like.. you know, have to leave?" I asked. I had been asking the same question over and over again at this point now that my mom got annoyed when I did.

"Yes," she replied plainly.

I sighed while pulling my blankets over my head and curling up into a ball, still hugging Darryl's shirt which smelled like him, since I refuse to wash it.

Her packing my suitcase was annoying. And it only reminded me about how we really were moving. Away from this neighborhood. Away from this school. Away from Darryl. I would have to go and make new friends all over again. Yeah sure, I have an outgoing personality, but that's only when I'm with people I know. And it's hard for me to make friends due to me being an introvert.

The darkness of my blanket surrounded me. All I could hear was my mom shuffling in my closet. And all I could smell was Darryl's sweet cologne that was sunk into the shirt I was holding closely up to my nose.

The smell made me smile and I closed my eyes, taking everything in.

I was going to leave Darryl and everything here.

My mother still hasn't told me where exactly we were going to move, but I didn't care. It didn't matter.

I wanted to stay and my mom knew that. I think she just hates me.

I don't want to leave, I don't.

I can't.

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Darryl Pov:

This Sunday all I did was lay in bed, again.

There really isn't something to do that I can think of.

I mean, what could I do?

I've never really liked Sundays anyway. So what does it matter if I just stay in bed all day?

That is, until I heard my phone ding.

I lazily turned my head to the bedside table which was holding my phone and sat up slightly to grab it.

A text from the one, the only, Zak.

💙 Zak💙

Hey! I jsut wanted to see
if u were free rihgt now!
3:14pm

Not to be wird, but I was

I sighed at Zak's horrible spelling, but also smiled. Why hadn't I thought about seeing Zak? I should as much as possible before he leaves. So I responded.

You

Yeah, I'm free right now!
Do you want me to come
over, muffin? owo
3:15pm

💙 Zak💙

Yesh pwease.

I giggled at Zak's response before realizing that I wasn't at all ready.

I was still wearing the same pajamas that I had been since I came home on Friday, and my hair was greasy.

I quickly shot up and started to get ready to take a shower, and luckily for me, I am a pro at taking quick showers. So I was done in an instant.

I got out, and picked up clothes quickly and put them on along with my socks before heading downstairs to put my shoes on.

And as usual, my mother asked where I was going, so I told her to a friend's house and I started opening the front door to leave, waving to my mother.

I headed straight for Zak's house, knowing the directions by memory now.

After what felt like forever I made it to Zak's house and knocked slightly on the door, but it opened almost instantly.

There stood Zak, his black hair in a mess and a goofy smile plastered on his face.

I also noticed that he was standing without his crutches.

"Zak! Is your leg fine now?" I asked in a happy tone.

"Yeah! Well- kind of! It still hurts with any amount of pressure and I limp when I walk, but I'm starting to be able to walk around without the crutches while I'm inside!" He said with a big smile and let me inside.

"That's good to hear."

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HELLO MY POG READERS! How are you today? I hope good! Also, did you see how I formatted the texting now? It's better than before! Have a good day/night! Love you!

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