Packing

The rest of the summer went by slowly as Remy prepared for his trip to New York. When he had told his friends, they were really excited for him. They told him that they'd miss him, but he knew they'd get over him quickly. It's not that they didn't care about him; he just wasn't a vital part of the group. Remy was just aware of that fact, plain and simple. It didn't bother him; that's just the way they were, and the way they always had been.

But now Remy felt like he was ready for whatever college had in store for him. He felt like maybe he'd make some friends that he planned on keeping around after college was over.

He didn't exactly have a plan on what to do about Landon and Renee or how he was going to meet them, or if he even planned on meeting him. A part of him knew there was a good chance that he'd chicken out and just stalk them from afar. But he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. For now, he was just focused on getting there.

July slowly crept on, and Remy's anticipation for what awaited him in August was only building and building.

When August finally hit, Remy started to pack up his room. It was very nostalgic going through all the things in his room. He realized he hadn't gone through his stuff for over five years. He saw a lot of stupid things he had from when he was ten. For example, a ton of marbles because he thought it'd be cool to build up a big collection of them, but then he totally forgot about it until this exact moment. He also found a bunch of terrible prizes from the arcade because he could never wait long enough to build up enough tickets for a good prize. There was stuff like that, and a lot of other things he should've thrown out years ago.

His dad came home as he was going through all this stuff. He called his name, but Remy was playing loud music and couldn't hear. His father opened the door to his room to find his son surrounded by suitcases and cardboard boxes.

"Packing up, huh?"

Remy's head shot up to meet his father's gaze. He hadn't heard him come in, but smiled as soon as he saw him.

"Yup. Are you glad to almost finally be rid of me?" He joked.

"Oh, definitely," his dad said sarcastically. "It's just been so awful to have to raise you all these years." He smiled.

"I bet."

"So is there anything I can help you with?"

"Nah. I've got plenty of time to do this. I just wanted to get a headstart."

"Okay. I'm gonna go start dinner before Mom gets home."

Remy nods as he leaves, getting back to packing.

He goes to pull a storage bin out from under his bed when he sees something shiny next to it. It's Landon's phone. He had forgotten that this is the "safe" place where he had been storing it.

Remy didn't know what to do with it now that he had gotten what he needed from it. It seemed like a waste of a phone to just get rid of it. Remy tried turning it on, but the screen wouldn't light. He plugged it into its charger, but it was still blank. There wasn't even a little dead battery icon on the screen.

They must have deactivated the phone, thought Remy. I wonder what took so long. I'm pretty lucky I was able to get in before that happened.

Though he has no use for this phone anymore, Remy places it in a box designated for college. He wasn't sure why, but he couldn't bring himself to get rid of it. Maybe it was a symbol now. For what, he didn't know. Or maybe he just wanted to be able to say that he had two phones.

Whatever the case, Remy stops thinking about it as he opens up the bin under his bed. In the bin is something that Remy had forgotten for many years. But now he was forced to relive it. In that bin was all the evidence that remained of Remy's emo phase (If you don't count his currently black dyed hair as emo).

Before he can flashback to all the embarrassing things he did, his dad calls him down for dinner, saving him from revisiting memories from a time when he wrote My Chemical Romance lyrics all over his walls in sharpie.