[He had, in fact, packed up most of his life. The two duffles were an even split between clothes and books, and his backpack had his computer and a few other essentials that he hadn't been able to leave behind. Everything else that had been in his room had remained in his room and would remain there until his father decided to do something with them.
Nicky didn't care. He had the important things with him.
Getting into the backseat of the taxi, he let Booker take control of the situation, laying his down on the other boy's shoulder to keep himself grounded. He didn't want to think about how Booker's mother was going to react to him suddenly being in her home. Did she knew they were dating? Did she know they were dating Joe?
He reached up and pinched the yellowed bridge of his nose.]
I love you. I'm sorry.
[He didn't even know what he was apologizing for. Existing, probably.]
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Nicky didn't care. He had the important things with him.
Getting into the backseat of the taxi, he let Booker take control of the situation, laying his down on the other boy's shoulder to keep himself grounded. He didn't want to think about how Booker's mother was going to react to him suddenly being in her home. Did she knew they were dating? Did she know they were dating Joe?
He reached up and pinched the yellowed bridge of his nose.]
I love you. I'm sorry.
[He didn't even know what he was apologizing for. Existing, probably.]