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"I don't want to move, what is wrong with living here?" I fold my arms at my mother.
“I know sweetheart, but Hank and I are getting married. Besides, his home is basically a mansion, you can get two bedrooms to yourself if you want, my love." Her voice is calm and soothing as we stand in our small kitchen, U-Haul boxes scattered all around us.
"I understand that, but it is my senior year and plus, KC is my best friend, I can't just leave her here."
“I know, but your Calix is a senior this year too. I am sure he would be more than happy to introduce you to his friends at school."
“I don't want a StepBrother, I don't want to move, and I don't want any part of this marriage. I just want dad to come back." I put my head down.
“I do to sweetheart, but he is gone and has moved on to a better place. He would want us to do the same thing."
“So he would want you to remarry only one year after his death?" I snap and storm off to my room before she can say anything else, slamming my door behind me to give more emphasis on my anger. Tears burn my eyes and I sink my face into my pillow.
I sigh deeply, turning on some sad music as I wipe my eyes dry with the backs of my hands. I move to the floor and slowly begin to start packing my things. Every item I held, ranging from best friend bracelets to old photographs, gave me soft memories of my childhood in this house. Our small two bedrooms, one bathroom home, with a tiny kitchen and a seventies inspired yellow and brown living room is all I have ever known my entire eighteen years of life, and I will lose that sense of comfort that is brings me when my mother and I move to California tomorrow.
There was a soft knock at my door, and it already started to open before I could even give whoever was on the other side permission to come in. "Do you want some help packing?" Calix sticks his head in.
“Sure.” I sigh, he lets himself in and closes the door softly.
Calix takes a seat next to me on my old white carpet. He ties his ombre bronze and blonde hair into a messy man-bun
“So, we’re going to be StepBrother and sister in two weeks, how are you feeling about everything?" He asks while neatly folding my old t-shirts into a box.
"To be quite honest, I am not a fan of the whole moving part, since this is my home," I say as I look around my small room that can barely fit my queen size bed.
"That's understandable. Yet, this isn't about us, it's about our parents. I haven't seen my dad this happy in years." His clear blue eyes stare deep into my forest green ones. His eyes seem to be searching for something in mine, but I am unsure of what exactly they could be looking for.
"I know, it's just stressful. Look, I think I'd rather be alone for right now so I can process everything." I toss my long black locks to the right side of my head and look at him.
"Of course, let me know if you need anything." He stands and smiles his perfectly aligned teeth at me, before shutting my door quietly behind himself as he exits my room. I bite my lip as I turn back to my pile of random items in front of me that are sprawled out on my carpet that hasn't been vacuumed in two months.