"Ring, ring, ring."

Come on Max pick up.

Ring, ring ri- "Hello?" I froze. What was I supposed to say to him? Oh remember me? We were best friends and then you totally abandoned me? "Hello? Is anyone there?" I quickly pulled myself together. "M-Max? It's Haven."

"Oh my god Haven! Hi how are you?" he seemed pretty enthusiastic about hearing my voice. That seems like a pretty good sign.

"Um, I hate to ask but is there any possible way you could come and get me?" I asked timidly.

"Why? Where are you? What's wrong?"

"I think my parents kind of finally lost it, they left today without me and said to not expect them back anytime soon." I teared up a little. "Max I'm really scared and I don''t know what to do."

"Are you sure they aren't coming back?" He asked doubtfully.

"Max! It literally says 'Don't expect us anytime soon', they left me ten dollars in a cookie jar. TEN DOLLARS! What am I supposed to do with that?"

"Okay okay I'm sorry!" he paused. "Are you still at the same house?"

"Yeah I am."

"Don't worry I'll talk to Charlie. We'll come and get you."

"You don't think he'll mind?" I asked nervously.

"Are you kidding?" he asked laughing somewhat. "Charlie is super cool, I know he'll be okay with this don't worry."

"Okay, I really appreciate this Max I owe you big time."

"Don't worry about it, and Haven?"

"Yeah?"

"I really missed you."

I smiled. "I missed you too."

"See ya soon"

Yeah.

After I hung up with Max I ran upstairs and packed up stuff to bring with me. I went through all of my junk in my room, some clothes, art supplies, books, my old iPod, toothbrush, stuff like that.

I was going through all the the stuff on my desk, behind all of the old stuff I'd forgotten about. Oh look, math homework from second grade. Oh, the the drawing i drew yesterday. Oh look, mom's taxes. I finally found something worthwhile.

An old scrapbook Caroline made for me, it's full of pictures of me and Max growing up. Us on the swings at the park when we were four, Our first day of Kindergarten, our day at the theme park, and just random pictures taken of us over time. After Max left I would spend time laying on my bed looking at it wondering how things can change so fast. I thought about how he would make a ton of new friends and forget about me, but I would never forget my first and only friend.

I put it in my bag wondering if Max still had his. I put in some old CD's that no one owns anymore, The Beatles, Les Miserables, Newsies, and Led Zeppelin. Old DVD's, Super 8, A Philadelphia Story, Singin' in the Rain. I looked at my clock, 11:30 pm. Not super late but it's been an emotionally exhausting day. I turn out my light, than realize there's no one else in the house but me. I have a thing about being alone in the dark, I get really panicky, like somethings gonna happen to me. I run down stairs and bolt all the windows and all the doors close all of the drapes and run back upstairs. I decide to leave my light on and listen to the soft voices of the Newsies. It brought back sweet memories of simpler days. I listen too it whenever i feel alone because back then, when it was my world, he was with me. It fills the house just enough. Makes me feel safe as I drift into a solemn daze and fall asleep.