Hey this is a new story i thought of on christmas. hope you FAX guys like it. Still not 100% on the name but if it changes i'll tell you before hand. enjoy!
"come on skinny love just last the year,
pore a little salt, we were never here.
my my my, my my my, my my, my, my my."
Lost in the trace of the music i lay listening, listening to encouraging words to bring through the move.
"MAX! Are you nearly ready to go yet? Your father has already packed most of your junk into your car!" Nice mam. Nice.
I finish putting the last of my songs onto a new playlist and put my laptop into my travel case my friend Ari got me last christmas. "Next time you see air, it'll be a dorm room." I said quietly to my most tresured item as i zipped the sides up. Yes i'm on of those people who talk to themselves alot. But ever since the twins came it's more singing than talking.
I trooped downstairs to where Jeb was filling my car up with all of my essential needs. Like eleven boxs of CD's, DVD's and games, as well as five boxs of clothes.
As Jeb lifted the last box of CD's into the overflowing mustang he asked me "Do you really need ALL these CD's? your gone for a year then you'll be bringing everything home again."
"Yeah but Jeb, this is only half of my CD's. Touch the other half and I'll take your car with me next year, and might forget where I park it." The twins giggled from the swing set they were strapped into 'for safety'. I think it's just so they don't run off.
"That includes you teedle-dee and teedle-dum. No-touchy-maxie's-things!" The twins (Gassy and Angel as I like to call them. Gassy for obvilous reasons and Angel because she's far from one) just chuckled (i swear four year olds CAN chuckle) and continued to try and unsuccesfully escape from the holds of the swing.
I put my laptop case in the passager seat as it was the only place i was sure it wasn't going to break. I turned around to see my Mam and Jeb holding the monsters, coming towards me for a hug. I scooted quickly over to the drivers side and hopped in.
"Better get going. Don't wanna hit traffic you know." I said before either of them could say anything. with that and a goodbye wave I pulled out of the driveway and pulled out of the little estate I called home. pulling onto the freeway I pulled the windows down to let the fresh air and sunshine in and played my Ipod as loud as my speakers could handle. It looked like a good start so far.