Welp. I just dealt with a break up T-T Break ups fucking SUCK man! BUT, you guys are more important to me than ex boyfriends! I promised you guys an update to this story, and you're gonna get it :) Here ya go!

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You closed the door to your bedroom, and overlooked your room. Looking at the place you left behind 8 years ago. You walked around the room, checking out the walls and ceiling, sometimes the floor. The room looked a lot bigger 8 years ago. Then again, you WERE smaller then. You sat down in the middle of the room, just letting yourself think. You convinced yourself to go for a walk around town tomorrow, but tonight you were going to unpack the house. You took your hair out of your (Headband/Ponytail) and quickly ran a brush through your hair before putting it back in a (Headband/Ponytail), then heading outside of your room. Your dad was organizing his room, so you got to work on the living room and dining room. Pushing tables and moving the couch around, by the time you were done, you were exhausted. You sat down on the couch in the living room, and let yourself relax. You heard your dad walk down the stairs into the kitchen, and you looked in his direction. "Done with your room, Daddy?" You heard him call out a yes to you in response, then he started talking again. "Listen (y/n), can you go to the store real quick and get some drinks for us? We'll be working for a while today. You remember where it is, right?" You laughed. "Vividly." You grabbed the keys to the house, then walked out the door, locking it behind you. You untied the hoodie around your waist, then put it on, zipping it up and untying your hair, throwing the hood on. You stopped on the sidewalk, and stretched for a few moments before going into a full run. You ran down the sidewalk, passing some little kids playing in the process. You smiled at them as you ran by, and they waved back in a friendly manner in response. You eventually reached the store. It was still right where you remembered it being. You sighed happily, and walked inside. You grabbed some Gatorade, water, and a couple of sodas. You payed for them, and walked out the door. You decided instead of running back to the house, you would instead walk and see if you spotted anything remotely familiar. You had the drinks stuffed into your hoodie pocket, and you were walking back to your house slowly. You pulled off the hood of your hoodie and smiled brightly. God, it was good to be home. You were suddenly yanked from your thoughts when you heard someone yell your name. "(Y/N)?!" You turned your head quickly, and you were met by a man with dusty blonde hair, a slight scruff, and a t-shirt with the words, "Bro Fist!" on it. Over this shirt was a black, unzipped hoodie, and he was wearing dark blue jeans with bright blue sneakers. You smiled brightly and waved. "Heya Felix!" He laughed loudly and ran to you, enveloping you in a hug. You hugged him back and laughed as he picked you up and spun you around. "Damn (y/n), I never thought I'd see you again! What are you doing here?" You smiled again and told him everything. Told him how you moved from New York back here, cause it was what your mother wanted, and that you had only gotten there today. Felix bit his lip sadly. "Well, I am sorry about your mom... That is really a shame. Your mom was super cool. But! I am glad your back, (y/n)! Seriously!" You smiled and put your hands back into your hoodie pocket. "Yeah Felix, I'm glad to be back too. I've really missed this place." Felix nodded in understanding, then he reached into his pocket for a vibrating phone. He groaned once he saw what the message was about:

Ryan;

We're playing Trouble In Terrorist Town in 30 minutes. Get your ass on Skype.

He put his phone back into his pocket. Then he suddenly had an idea... "(y/n). I want you to meet me at the Pizza Parlor tomorrow at noon, OK? Pleeaassee?" You looked at him with a suspicious look. Back when you and him were kids, Felix was always a prankster. Pranking whoever he could with whatever he could. "What for?" "Oh, come on (y/n)! I'm gonna bring the guys and we're gonna hang out with you, that's what for!" You sighed and waved your hand. "Alright. I'll be there." Felix smiled, then ran off, waving at you. "See you tomorrow, (y/n)!" You waved back then continued down to your house.  You arrived, and your dad let you in. "Get our drinks?" You nodded and placed them on the counter. He smiled and took a bottled water, practically chugging it down. "So, did you see anything or anyone on the way?" You nodded, playing with the lid of a Gatorade. "Felix. Remember him? He took your lucky tie and 'accidentally' burned it, remember?" Your dad chuckled loudly and nodded. "Yeah, I remember that little troublemaker. So, he's still here, huh?" You nodded again, and took a drink of the Gatorade before responding. "Yeah. He told me to meet him at the Pizza Parlor tomorrow at noon, so I'm gonna go, if that's OK?" You dad smiled before putting his hand on your shoulder. "When was the last time you asked me for permission on hanging out with your friends?" You let your head fall back, looking at the ceiling in thought. Your dad interrupted your thinking with a loud, hearty laugh. "I'll tell you the answer sweet heart. The answer is you've never asked me. So don't start now!" He headed back upstairs to continue working on the bathroom and closets. You groaned in annoyance, then went back into the Living room to keep organizing things. You absolutely hated how stubborn your dad was. But, you dealt with it. You smiled, and kept thinking on different places to put the couch.

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HOUSTON, WE HAVE AN UPDATE! Yay! :D

So, I'm really going to try to figure out more chapters for this, and get some more One-Shots and new Stories out. I'm sorry that I've been so inactive.... Don't kill me! >.<