Chapter 3- The Letter
#3 of L.I.V.E
"Hey Larson!" Came a Familiar voice as he began to wake, the door to his room was open a crack and Ian was poking his face into the room.
"What time is it?" Larson spoke drowsily as he reached for his cell phone to check the time. "2:00! Why didn't you wake me Earlier!?" Larson shouted as he threw the covers off his bed and jumped up to get dressed.
"Well, You seemed so peaceful sleeping, and I wanted to see your reaction when you finally woke up." Ian Chuckled and walked down the hallway, He could be heard whistling before the the door to the bathroom closed.
Larson began to mumble as he slipped his pants on, his shirt and than his belt. a few moments later, he was already down stairs eating a bowl of cereal when Ian walked into the kitchen. "Wow, that was fast, Anyway you ready to Haul?" Ian asked him as he took a seat at the table.
"Yeah, I just need the Boxes from your truck, A bag and thats all. Hope we can get settled in before the day is done." As Larson began to Finish what was left in the bowl, Ian had already gone out the door to his truck. Larson followed him and was getting the Moving boxes out and carried the in. They both walked up the stairs and to larsons room, Where they set the boxes down and got to work.
"You already got your stuff packed right? All we need to do is stop by your house and Pick them up." Ian nodded and went through a few of the drawers holding up things so that Larson could see them before nodding his head if he wanted them.
"I'll get the closet next, You might not like the mess in there." Larson laughed and slowy but carefully opened the closet, one door at a time, he got one open when Ian jumped up and yanked open the other one, A pile of clothes flowed out and almost engulfed the two.
"And that is the reason I would get it." Ian held his nose and attempted to swat away the smell, It made him gag and he retreated to the hallway where Larson could hear him gasp for air.
"Oh Come on it's not that bad, You over exagerate way too much." Ian poked his head in and laughed, "Your right."
~An hour or so later They had finished with there packing, Ian started to haul the boxes out one by one, and Larson was talking with his mother~
"I'll be going in a bit here mom, You sure your not going to miss me too much?" Larson asked as his mother hugged him.
"Of course I'm going to miss you, But every mother has to deal with it one day, Their child leaving home I mean." She said as she hugged him tightly. "But always remember I won't ever stop caring or loving you." She began to cry as she let him go and smiled at him, this time she didn't frown shortly after, she was really happy.
Larson smiled and handed his mother a small envelope to which he said, "Open this when I leave, Ok?" She nodded back to him as he went to get his jacket and picked up a box and walked out the door with it.
As Larson and Ian began to close the door to the bed of the truck, They both got in and with a final wave, Were gone. Larsons mother looked at the envelope in her hands and slowly opened it, She poured the contents out of the pack onto the table, Out came a Letter and A few hundred dollar bills.
"Hey... Larson, did you give her the Envelope?" Ian Asked to which Larson began to smile, mean while his mother began reading the letter.
"Dear Mom, I'm sorry for all the hard times I put you through and I know I was a handful but I want you to know, I always knew you were only harsh because you loved me, I Know this money isn't enough to pay back all the years you kept care of me, But it's a start, I'll be sending you money every now and then to help you get by if you need it. I want you to have it, don't send it back to me, hopefully I will have a job in the next two weeks. Love Larson."
"Yeah I gave it to her, And I hope she read the entire thing." Larson said with a big smile on his face.
~The two spent alot of their time on packing their stuff into the back of the truck they wouldn't make it to the Dorm on time, so they spent the night at Ians~
"Man... I hoped we'd be outta here by tonight..." Ian Complained as he set up a bed for Larson, Who was sitting on the edge of Ians bed in a room that was practically bare.
"Well I'm glad we are 'Almost' done..." Larson stated as Ian finished the Makeshift bed amde of A bunch of Blankets layered ontp of each other.
'Yeah good point, Well good night and remember early tomorow." Ian laughed a little as he lay down in the bed and eventually fell asleep.
Larson however was still up, laying down he started to smile, "I wonder how my mom is feeling right now? I hope she is happy, I mean, I meant every little detail in the letter."
"Larson, Who are you talking to?" Came Ians tired voice as he shuffled about his bed.
"Just myself, I can't sleep right now, But i will soon, don't worry." Larson said as he looked toward the direction Ians voice came from.
"Well hurry up and get tired, your little rant woke me up you ass." Ian laughed and rolled over.
"Feh, lightsleeper..." Larson lay on his bed, still not tired for about an hour as his thoughts began to fly through his head, He finally yawned and fell asleep, withough his habit taking charge.
Like everyone, He didn't know what The future held, But he was in for a surprise.