I think if I wanted to; I could make 2 more chapters by the end of the night.

Oh and since i got more than 7 reviews, i shall post now.

took me a 2 hours to make. its a bit eh.

enjoy! :)

Campbell's pov

The party's over. I tell all of the guests "bye" as they exit the doors. Karlee is last to exit.

"What's your number, Cam?" She asks taking out her phone. I state my digits. She gives me a "goodbye hug" and she goes out the door. I shut the door after her.

It was nice to see Karlee, again.

I have to admit that I did used to have a little crush on her, but I'm over it.

I love Maya, now.

I lock the front door and I grab my suitcase; I climb up the stairs, dragging my baggage up behind me.

Once I'm in the hallway, I notice a the light is on in last room down the hall on the left.

Justin's room.

Is mom in there mourning?

I put my bag in my old room, which is next to Justin's, and enter Justin's room.

My mom isn't in Justin's; Maya is and she's sitting on the bed unpacking her things.

I look around.

This isn't even Justin's room anymore.

It appears to be a guest room.

What the fuck happened?!

Where's all of Justin's stuff?!

Where's the Led Zeppelin and Nirvana posters he had plastered on the walls? His water bed, that he'd never let me lay on? His hockey equipment?

Where was it?!

All the things Justin had loved, had been taken out and replaced with pictures of sunsets, a matress bed, and phony flowers.

"Cam?" Maya says.

I start to weep.

I'm crushed by the fact that my parents did this.

Everything that kept Justin connected to us was gone.

I suddenly don't feel sad; I feel a rush of anger.

"Get the hell out of here, Maya!" I demand. She looks bewildered.

"Now!" I add.

She swiftly puts all of her clothes back into her bags and evacuates the room.

I throw my fist at the door, creating a hole.

I turn the lights off in the room and close the door.

I storm off to my parents room.

I push open the door to their bedroom and the door slams against the wall.

My mom and dad were relaxing on their bed before I bursted in.

Mom was reading a book, while my dad was watching the rest of the Celtics vs. the Lakers basketball game.

When I enter, they look at me; perplexed by my action.

"Cam, what's wrong with you?!" My dad asked.

"What in the hell did you do to Justin's room?!" I question.

"We put his things in storage, son." My mother answers.

"He's only been gone 4 years; you can't change his room. You're not even supposed to move his stuff!" I yell.

I am angry as hell. I want to punch something again. Anything. I feel like punching one of my parents. My father...maybe even my mom. How could they do this to Justin?

"But Cam—" my mother said.

I Interrupt her by telling her, "Shut the fuck up!"

She is thrown back by my harsh demand and becomes silent.

I can't believe I just said that to my mother.

"Do not talk to your mother like that!" My father demands, pointing his finger at me.

I ignore him.

"Answer me this: if I were to die would you two throw my shit out, too?" I ask.

My mom begins sobbing.

"Cam," my father sighs, "you've got to understand."

"I don't want to understand! All I know is that what you two did was very disrespectful... Disrepectful to Justin." I say.

I leave their room, shutting their door forcefully and loudly.

In the hall, I eye Maya standing next to her bags and Aiden and Cassie peeking their heads outside of the doorways to their rooms; all of their eyes are watery.

They all must've heard the dispute between my parents and I.

Maya walks over to me and embraces me. Cassie and Aiden come over and hug me, too.

MAKINGFRENCHFRIESINTHESNOW IS TIRED.