In my time, I have to go to my mom's house at three thirty. And I still have to frost brownies for my dad's work
Chapter six-Packing. Derek slumped off to pack his backs, dragging his black suitcase from his parents' room. He sniffled, cracking his knuckles and looking over the list Madilyn set out. Toiletries. He shuffled to the bathroom, grabbing his toothbrush, toothpaste, and the rest of his essential items. Done. Next? Gah, pants. NOT PANTS, SHORTS? Derek squinted as he read. He was pretty sure as a child and now he never had worn shorts. EVER. He shrugged, packing his black jeans anyway. Comfortable shirts. He tossed his white button up shirts in with black ties. Comfortable shoes? He glanced down at his sneakers, realizing that those are one of the few pairs he had. So he packed two pairs of his black and white sneakers. He sniffled, thinking. SOCKS- He jumped to his drawers, grabbing as many socks as he could toss in the suitcase. He yawned, scratching things off. He had dark rings under his eyes due to a lack of sleep and rest. He sniffed again, hollering. "MADILYN~" "Derek, help me put the bags in the car!" she chirped from The guest room, dragging a suitcase. He facepalmed, hopping down the hall.
>.< I'm sorry, I can't continue this story. D: I know you guys loved it, but I've lost inspiration lately. :< Sorry dearies.
I understand D: by the way did you read a Crona x Kid love story. Cuz I did 0.0 I have lost all hope in humanity now... I even feel a little suicidal knowing sick monsters make those... e.e