Packing up
Back when it was 2nd grade, all my worries were on if Robby (my older brother) would get a bigger slice of cake. But this is different, now I’m starting college. Of course not without my best friend rowan.
Rowan and I have been best friends since preschool, and we’ve done everything together. He wasn’t the brightest of friends, but was always there.
He had dirty blond hair, with dimond blue eyes, an imperfect smile highlighting his inpecable white teeth. Though I had golden blond hair, stalky build, with deep blue eyes as the ocean. I wasn’t that pretty, I knew that, i knew the torment i would get, the glares and looks from down the hall. And even the insults from day to day on a daily basis. but sometimes I try to live in a dream where I am. Nothing is perfect in my dream, and others would join and create a new life i could only wish and dream about. But then i wake up, and realize it was all a dream...
But at least after evey tormented day, I come home and find rowan, waiting for me and comforts me like a true friend.
We would go college in italy together because of there rich culture we would like to experience. And how we didnt want our friendship to fade away.
I walked into our apartment, and he had all of his gym equipment out as he was trying to work out one last time before we would leave. He was lifting 50lbs, as always, he was a show off. He even had an sleeper build and you could see the definition of his muscles. I can’t believe he is now single.
He had a girlfriend but they had to break up due to him leaving for Italy. That made him sad and not very fun to hang around with, but don’t tell him that.
We would leave in the morning around 8:30am, about just enough time to get ready for the day. “Hey Iz,” rowan said before pulling up the weights and continuing his routine. My name is Isabella, but rowan calls me Iz as if isabella is too hard to say. “Hey hotshot,” I say back, this was the only nic-name I could come up with my short sense of creativity.
I walked past him to my room as I see his smirk across his face in the mirror. I grabbed my book “how to kill a mockingbird” (by: Harper Lee), and slowly walk towards the bath. My last bath before I move I thought. I lock the door, and run the bath at a little over room temperature. (I never had a tolerance for cold/hot temperatures). I lay down in the bath groaning at the comfort and warmth it brought. I had my hair tied up in a bun so it wouldn’t get wet, but that thought left my mind as I slowly seeped into the water, as the water slowly ran through my hair leaving a crisp feeling on my scalp. and then I opened my book, and began to read. A couple hours went by, now 10:00 when the bath went cold, I slipped into my silk nightgown, drained the bath, and started creeping into my room.
I thought rowan had went to sleep. Halfway to my room, I saw the fridge open and on the counter lie bagels, one with strawberry cream cheese, and one with blueberry. “There you are, I thought you would have shriveled into a prune by now.” Rowan said closing the fridge after grabbing the choco milk. “I made you a bagel,” he paused “you’re welcome,” he finished his sentence pouring the chocolete milk into a glass cup. He grabbed his bagel and walked to the other side of the counter, taking the biggest bite Ive ever seen, (which is quite unbelievable considering Ive ate with him numerous times). I finished my bagel, it leaving a familier taste in my mouth. There is nothing better than a warm, chewy bagel, with tangy blueberry cream cheese spread across so smoothly.
I walked to the couch turning on the TV, it was time to watch “Hamilton”. Rowan and my favorite movie. We eventually fell asleep on the couch cuddled in the softest blanket you’d ever known.
Until morning came.
