A/N: I changed my username from Ravens69 to LetMeFall. This is my first O.C. fic. It's not really original, it's just Summer's feelings in The Distance. Enjoy.

Junk

It's junk. Just junk.

It's nothing. Just a piece of her past that she's throwing away.

Carrying the pink crate to his bed, she turns it upside down. Records, comic books, a crappy emo cd tumble out and land on expensive bedsheets. She stares at them for a while before she makes her way out.

The room seems empty as she exits. Stopping at the doorway, she looks back one last time. A lonely plastic horse sits on his pillow, books and cds scatter acrossa desk, collecting dust from sitting there for so long.

She closes the door, and, climbing down the stairs, waves and thanks his mother, who smiles sadly at her, then disappears.

She starts up her car and backs out of the driveway, leaving the past few months of her life behind.

In her head, Summer repeats a single word to help her let go.

It's junk, she tries to convince herself, Just junk.