s in her hand. I push aside my bathroom bag and start to tackle the pile in the suitcase. I

e pile, fold it, and place it on top of the shirt already on the floor. As I grab the next item of clothing, a pair of jean shorty shorts, I notic

little whimpers coming from her mo

u?" She cries into my shoulder, her hands hugging my back like I was the last safe place on Earth. Tears start pooling in my eyes and

ow." I sa

wn you mean nothing! Friends forever and ever, remember, always sticking to

use I'm moving doesn't mean we're not friends anymore. And the st

istin asks mockingly as she pulls away and

ontinues, "it's just n

either." I assure as I sit back and pick u

or in my closet. Silence falls again, but this time it was comfortable. I think we both wanted to enjoy each others presence. Grabbing another

o long sleeve winter shirts. On top of those, Kristin laid her small pile of summer shorts and shirts. I picked up my pile of shorts and put it on top of the pile in the suitcase. I did the same thing with the shirts. Last but not least, I looke

back to the bathroom. Walking in, I remembered that I forgot my bathroom bag in m

stin asks holding up my bat

p consisted of a small bottle of foundation, a black eyeliner, and mascara, which went into my bathroom bag first. Next, I put my bottle of

Where's the rest of your makeup?" Kristin asks

ike to put a mask on my face." I a

more to play with. And didn't I give you a bunch of my stuff too?"

world." I say, dropping my butt on the floor, plac

house no longer had a living room, kitchen, or dining room. They were just rooms with walls and carpets now. Later today, the last of the furniture,

my ass," Kristin mutters,

row's the day." Suddenly, my bed starts vibrating. I look