Chris Hartley slammed his duffel bags onto his bed stuffing what he knows he’s not gonna use in the following months he was finally off to collage you crept in the silent house and lingered near your brothers open door the door that’s barely open your gonna miss that geeky set up he has in the living room even if he was nauseating to live with at times he was still your brother he doesn’t look up from his opened dresses as he shoved his posters without much care despite them being precious “get out of my room..would you”