All Mixed Up

I woke up early the next morning, which was very unusual for me, but I didn't want to waste my last day in Castle Rock sleeping. I gently untangled myself from Chris's embrace and stood up to stretch.

I looked around the living room and couldn't help but smile to myself. Vern and Gordie were passed out on one couch, snoring quietly. Vern was holding on to Gordie's ankle like a security blanket.

Teddy had ended up by himself on the smaller couch. His feet were slung over the end, barely covered with a blanket. He must of kicked it off during the night. His one arm hung off the couch, and he was clutching the empty package of Oreo's we had devoured last night in his hand. His other hand was over his chest, holding on to his dog tags protectively. Chris and I had wound up sleeping on the floor together.

After our little dancing fiasco, we had stayed up talking, eating, and laughing until we all finally fell asleep around 3a.m.

I tiptoed quietly into the kitchen, navigating my way around the empty soda bottles, and food wrappers that were all over the living room floor. I looked at the clock in the kitchen. It was only 8a.m., still too early to wake the boys up. I lit a cigarette, contemplating what I should do. I would make too much noise, if I tried to clean up the living room, so that was out.

I went upstairs, into my room, and figured I might as well take a shower. I took an extra-long shower, washing away any traces of sleep from my eyes. I stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around myself. I opened the bathroom door and stepped into my room.

Shivering a little I searched for clothes to wear. I found a clean pair of shorts, and a white tank top. I put my hair into a high ponytail, and sat on my bed.

And that's when it hit me. This would be one of the last times I would be in this room. I was leaving. There was no denying it anymore, no more putting it into the back of my head. I would have to return back to the life I left.

And suddenly I was horribly confused as well. What would my family think when I gt back? Were they worried about me? And my friends....I hadn't thought about them in a long time either. I suppose it would be nice to see them again. And school would be starting soon too. I almost wanted to go home. Almost.

I thought of the boys sleeping downstairs. Gordie with his doe eyes and calm attitude. Vern's quirky comments, and his innocent questions, his general naïve out look on life. And then there was Teddy. He was as crazy as they come, but his heart was always in the right place. And of course Chris. It was then that I'd realized that I would genuinely miss all of them, not just Chris.

I sighed deeply, coming to the sad realization, that life was not fair. I had met of these incredible boys and had been lucky enough to be friends with them too, and now I would have to leave them. It wasn't until I brought my hand to my face that I realized I had been crying. I sat there for a moment longer, and decided to go see if the boys were up yet.

Sorry this chapter was so short, and nothing really happened. The next one will be better, but there's only like 2 or 3 left. Thanks for all the reviews on the last couple chapters. Reviews on this one are of course welcome. Sweet Dreams