Chapter 5: the Crash
Rays P.O.V
"So where exactly are we heading?" she asked me as we headed to her apartment.
"Yeah, it's about 90 miles from here."
"I know where it is," she said, and there was something in her voice, I just couldn't figure out what it was.
"Okay, I'm gonna get my stiff together, make yourself at home," she walked into her room, and I heard her open some drawers.
Then I heard a huge crash, and called,
"You okay in there, Abs?"
"Yeah!" she called back.
"You sure?" I questioned, "What's goin on in there?"
"Oh, nothing. Just the entire contents of my closet shelf crashing down."
I grinned, then called back in, "Need some help?"
"That would be nice!" she called.
"OK, be right there."
I walked in; and saw the mess, with her standing in the middle, and couldn't help but laugh
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, "and I thought my closet was bad."
We unearthed the suitcase she has been trying to pull out, amidst a pile of oversized sweaters, too small shoes, and who knows what else. As we started picking up the pile I started humming Hawthorne Heights "Ohio is for Lovers" and surprisingly, she started singing it.
"And I can't make it on my own
Because my heart is in Ohio
So cut my wrists and black my eyes
So I can fall asleep tonight, or die
Because you kill me
You know you do, you kill me well
You like it too, and I can tell
You never stop until
My final breath is gone"
We got the stuff cleaned up pretty quickly, until all that was left was a bundle of letters.