Chapter 30

Moving day…

"Shannon if you don't quit fooling around and start loading those boxes I am going to have to kill you!"

"Come on KC, can't I take a break?" Shannon gave KC the biggest puppy dog eyes he could muster.

"Let me think about that…NO!" KC walked over to Shannon and put a hand on his shoulder. "Come on reject, lets get this loaded and on the road. The sooner we get to Cameron, the sooner we can unpack and the sooner I can make my favorite guys homemade brownies."

At the mention of brownies, Shannon popped up and ran to the truck to start loading the boxes. KC, Chris, Jeff, Matt and Shannon had been working on moving KC from her apartment for the last four hours. KC just wanted to get on the road.

"Brownies?" Jeff and Matt said in unison coming out the door with more boxes.

"Yes brownies," KC replied. Who knew the old adage about men and stomachs was true. "But I can't make anything unless my baking stuff is unpacked in Carolina."

"Boys, lets get going," Chris said helping Shannon load the last of the boxes the Hardy's brought down.

KC stared at the building she had lived in so many years, first with her mom, then on her own. Tears began to mist. Chris and Jeff both noticed the emotions swirling on KC's face. With a quiet look they both walked over and slung their arms around her.

"You going to be ok Skeeter?" Chris began rubbing her back.

"I have to be. I have nothing left up here. Home is where you make it." KC looked up at Jeff. "I need my home with my family."

"KC we're ready to go!" Matt called from the truck while Shannon climbed in.

Chris left KC with Jeff as he walked to her car to start it up. It was a long nine hours to Cameron and time was wasting.

"Kace, you are going to be ok." Jeff turned KC to face him and wrapped his arms around her. She laid her head on his chest and said "Let's roll." With that the car and truck left the neighborhood in Queens KC had grown up in.

Time to look to the future, KC thought as she watched her past go by in the car windows.

Cameron…

"KC, promise me you will never move again," Chris said collapsing on the couch in KC's new living room.



"I can't promise but I hope not," KC said sitting next to him. They spent the last few hours unloading all of KC's belongings. "Hey, Fozzy, is it just me or were there a few boxes marked 'Chris' shit' on that truck as well?"

Chris looked at KC sheepishly as a voice called out from behind them "There were ten boxes to be exact."

"Dammit Matt, why did you have to give me up like that."

Matt, Jeff and Shannon ambled into the living room. Shannon, as usual landed on the floor in front of KC. Jeff landed on the couch next to KC and Matt stretched out across the loveseat.

KC began rubbing Shannon's head the way he liked. "Fozzy how did ten boxes of your stuff and up in my house?"

"Well, Skeeter, I have been your on again, off again roommate for a long time. My stuff needed a home. Now, I have a better question, which room is mine?"

KC laughed. "Who said you get a room?" Everyone laughed at Chris' crestfallen expression. "Oh, don't be a baby? I had the guys dump your crap in the first bedroom at the top of the stairs. The other two are for me and the alien."

Jeff looked over at KC. "Why do you keep calling our son an alien? We know it's human now. Hell we got pictures to prove it!"

"I'll step calling our son an alien when I feel like my body is my own. Probably another four months or so. Now who wants me to make brownies?"

KC walked into the kitchen chuckling as four hands, well five if you count both of Shannon's shot in the air.