Chapter Three

I froze on the spot. Why would he ask me that? I tried looking back to find a legitimate reason for his question but with every attempt my mind came back blank. So I went with the only option left.

"Why would you ask me that?" He turned on the sofa, swinging his arm over the back.

"Well, it would be easier to sort through your clothes while you eat, so we can head out as soon as you're done," he said, smiling, flashing a dimple on his left cheek and blinding the sun with his teeth. I was dumbstruck. Damn, this guy was good-looking and from the looks of it, he knew and had no problem using it.

"Where...never mind," I was about to ask where we were going to buy clothes but realized how dumb it was when my brain started to work again.

He chuckled, and my entire chest shut down for a couple seconds. I need to get away from this guy.

"Um... My room is at the end of the hall and my closet is the door on the right," when I finished answering his question, I turned to the kitchen to enjoy stuffing my face.

"Oh and by the way," I poked my head back into the living room as he pushed himself off the couch," it's been a week since my last clean. Don't judge me."

He smiled and headed to my room while I went to the kitchen.

After eating, I joined Adrien in my room, which he cleaned.

Okay then.

There were eight suitcases on my bed, four comfortably stuffed with all my sneakers.

"How exactly did you fit eighty-six pairs of sneakers in just four suitcases?" He jumped a little and turned to me with a large, gray pull over hoody he was about to fold.

"Well it's quite easy, you just need to work with the contours of each shoe," he said, gesturing towards the bags with the shoes and smiling like an innocent child.

Contour my ass. It took me three suitcases to transport twenty last time I traveled and even then I almost broke the zipper for each of them.

"Why did you pack all my sneakers anyway?" I asked as he stuffed the hoody into the side of a seventh suitcase containing all me sweaters. I'm gonna need one of those too if I'm going on the road, but I guess I could find something in the closet without disturbing his work. I looked across the bags and then into my closet and there was a noticeable space in it. How did he get so many clothes into just three bags?

He zipped the seventh bag then threw the eighth one open and headed towards the closet.

"Um Adrien," I called to him as he was somewhere in the closet digging through my clothes.

"Hmm."

"If you stuff all my suitcases, where will the shopping go?"

"We will buy suitcases for them and for the rest of this."

"Dude, I don't have enough money to buy so many suitcases and go shopping. Besides, why do you want to take all my clothes? Isn't the UK like cold year round or something?"

He stepped out the closet holding four pairs of jeans and eight hoodies. He looked at me with a subtly irritated face while some of his hair cover his right eye.

Oops, too close to home?

"Well it's not like you have summer wear in here now do you, and who told you, you're paying for anything," he said jerking the hair out of his eye before setting to work folding the clothes. He was right though, I don't have summer clothes well none that I go outside in, anyway. I'm a houseperson I like indoors. Indoors good, outdoors bad. Besides winter is my season of choice. All the snow and the cold and the ice and the cold and the snow too. Winter was the best.

Anyway, I stopped fan-girling over winter and walked around the bed stepping into my closet to get something to wear, seeing we were going on the road. I picked out a pair of khaki colour cargo pants, a long sleeved black turtle neck, some combat boots and a khaki coloured denim sweater with a hood. Yep, I'm all set.

We spent the next three days buying a bunch of stuff constantly unpacking bags to pack suitcases. I tried helping Adrien, so he wouldn't think I was a lazy ass, but, each time he would end up shooing me away, because I was using too much space for too little clothes, so I resorted to watching him do it instead.

At the end of those three days Adrien told me he would be picking me up at nine the next morning for our flight, told me to take the rest of the day to be with my family.

The next day Adrien came as promised and that's when the cold realization finally sunk in. I was leaving my family, my home I was leaving all that I knew, and the tears wouldn't stop flowing.

By the time we got to the airport my bawling ass had already gone through half of a box of tissues and stained my dad's chest and my mother and brother's shoulders with tears. I really going to miss them but, we made a plan that we would call each other as often as we could and that gave me a bit of reconciliation.

When we reached the airport we got assistance with taking out the bags and I finally took in how many of them were there. I have twenty-eight and Adrien had two not counting carry-ons.

When we got inside, we didn't sit around like everyone else. Adrien led us straight through a hallway leading to the tarmac.

"Um Adrien, where are we going?" I asked glancing around nervously. There wasn't anyone around, and we didn't even follow the usual protocol.

"The school owns its own jet," he said turning to walk backwards, smiling at me.

Over the pass few days I have come to realize Adrien isn't as scary as he sometimes looks, he's mostly an overgrown child. He's in love with cotton candy and stuffies but deathly afraid of bugs. One day he saw a ladybug on my shoulder and he literally freaked out, almost decapitating me with a newspaper.

We walked awhile until we came to a large glass door. Five people were standing between us and the door. Two men and three women.

One of the men and a woman were wearing pilot uniforms while the rest were wearing air host uniforms. So this is our flight party.

"Mr. Valentine, Mr. Taylor and family," the male pilot said in an almost unnoticeable Russian accent. Adrien nodded at him and turned to face my family and I.

I guess this is where we say goodbye.

I looked each of them in the eye, my brother, my mom and my dad, the three people who would love me my entire life. Now I'm saying goodbye. The thought made me sad but also happy in a way.

"I love you lunkheads, you know that right," I mumbled, tears dripping on my face again.

They all chuckled then stepped forward, pulling me into a very tight and appreciated death hug.

"We love you too."

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