A/N: The rest of this story, more than likely, will be in 3rd person point of view because I think it would flow better for me. Also, despite not getting any feedback on how I should do this (not that I really expected any) I decided that this story is going to have multiple chapters. Yay! How excited are you guys? XD Hopefully the next chapter will be updated sooner than this one was. I finally made a basic outline of how I want this story to end up so there's that at least! I still haven't story boarded it though, so I'm not sure about the in between. This chapter, however, was necessary in the plot to get to the end so that's why it's here!

Also, a little bit of feedback telling me if I'm doing okay or not would be nice, because I have no idea. Even constructive criticism is welcome! I really just want to do a good job on this.


Camp

(Chapter 3: Moving)

5 years later: Senior year

"Hey Mom, where do you want me to put these boxes?" Roxas called as he walks into his new, recently painted house, heavy boxes in tow. 'We really should have labeled these as we were packing. This is going to take all weekend to put away!'

"Just leave them in the living room there. We need to get everything inside before it starts raining." His mother called from their new kitchen, "I'll come help you and your father as soon as I make sure the water company remembered to turn the water on. We're all probably going to want showers after all of those boxes are unpacked and if I wait and the water isn't on, we'll all be upset that I didn't check and call." She laughed a little before continuing with what she was doing.

Roxas sighed. He loves his mom, but she has always felt the need to over-explain everything. She has to tell you all the details of everything. "Okay Mom. I'll make sure to tell Dad too." Roxas set down the boxes and went back outside to carry in more boxes and to make sure to tell his dad the plan so that his mother won't have to explain it twice.

Although most people wouldn't think so, his mother was the boss of the house. She was a small woman, but she's always spoken up for herself and others. She could be kind of fiery in that way. (Roxas liked to think she used to have a rebellious phase that no one talks about.) She dictated a lot of what happens in their home, but she didn't act like a dictator. In fact, everyone Roxas had ever talked to at those awkward family reunions always seemed to make it a point to tell him how sweet his mother is. You know, like he didn't know his own mom. He rolled his eyes as he remembered some of those instances. Roxas stacked a couple of boxes and picked them up.

His father was the reason they had to move in the middle of his senior year. (He didn't mind that much though. Sure, he had friends there, but it's not like he'll never see them again.) His job required that they all move to another town. They even paid for some of the expenses. Not all of them, but that's more than most bosses would do for anyone. Roxas' dad was what most people call stoic. He was quiet and smart, but still strong. (The kind of guy a rebellious girl would go after, only supplying ammunition for the secret theory he has about his mom.) His father willingly allowed his wife to become the boss of the house, not putting up any fight for dominance. Roxas really admired that about his dad; he was neither sexist or a bigot. Those type of people were common where he grew up, but his intermediate family seemed to be immune or something. This time Roxas laughed at his thoughts.

By the next morning, they had opened up most of the boxes and stored them along the walls of the correct rooms, the rest remaining in the living room floor. They also had made it a point to at least put together their beds completely, down to the sheets and pillow cases. I mean, let's face it. Who wants their first night in a new house to be a bad memory of sleeping in the floor? Besides, it had been his mom's idea and he was never one to disobey his parents. Even if his appearance seemed to say otherwise, he usually tends to stay out of trouble as much as possible. Not to say that Roxas didn't have that awkward, trouble-making phase like a lot of kids do when they reach their teens though. He would fight in school a lot, sometimes getting caught and others, not so much. In fact, he almost got suspended for it his sophomore year, and his parents were called to the school to have a meeting with him and his principal. His parents looked so disappointed in him. That was his wake up call. He never wanted to see that look on his parents' faces again, so he cleaned up his act.

Roxas was right. It took them all weekend to unpack and put away all of their things. They had started with everything in their rooms and then Roxas moved on to help his parents with the rest of the house, making sure to ask his mom about the placement of something if he wasn't sure. Slowly but surely, the house had started to look complete. When they were all finished, they all plopped on the couch, his mom laughing, "Phew, we're finally finished! It took a while, but I'm happy with how it turned out. It looks like home now, rather than just a new house!" He and his dad both smiled at her in agreement, but Roxas spoke up a little, "Yeah. It looks nice." All of a sudden, it hit him like a wave. All of this moving made him really tired. Roxas yawned, "I think I'm going to turn in for the night. I'm really tired." His mom turned to him and smiled, "Okay, Sweetie. That's probably for the best anyway. We have to wake up pretty early to make sure your transcripts were sent to your new school from your old school and then get you signed up for your classes."

He had almost forgot about changing schools. It wasn't necessarily the school itself that he was worried or nervous about, it was how his classmates were going to react. He didn't like having a lot of attention on him. It irritated the hell out of him for some reason. Roxas quietly sighed, "Alright, what time do I have to be ready by?" He listened to his mother and nodded before wishing his parents goodnight, and getting ready for bed.