I Hate this Part
Jul 25, 2011 23:19:03 GMT -5
Post by Cole Kessler on Jul 25, 2011 23:19:03 GMT -5
The last three weeks had been insanely hectic for Cole Kessler. Everything going on in school, Sam graduating and leavig him at Hammel alone, well mostly. He still had Zac, Jalen, and countless othe friends there. Still, Sam graduating left them barely any time to hang out. Vermont's University schedule didn't match up with Hammel's so Cole an Sam could only hang out on the weekend.
But with a new year, Cole decided it wa time to change things up. Last week he'd applied for an apartment and today here he was moving out of the dorms and into said apartment. As he and his dad loaded his couch into the bed of the truck, Cole took a breather and wiped the sweat from his brow, "Ya'know, it's nice to have my own place now. But I hate this part of the process."
"Really, son?" Allan asked him, "I figured you'd be used to it by now. All the moving and shit you've done in the last few years." He chuckled.
Cole returned his father's chuckle with a combination laugh-sigh of his own, "You never get used to moving, dad. You taught me that."
"Well, at least I taught you something. Is that everything in your room that's yours?"
"Yeah, that's the last of it."
"Well, then let's go." Allan said as they both got in the truck, a 2012 Chevrolet Silverado z71.
Cole's dog, Hoss, sat in the console's place between them. Cole's hand rubbed his dog's head. It had been almost three months since he'd seen his pet. The dog had missed him, too, he knew. Hoss's head rested in Cole's lap for the duration of the ride and jumped up when Allan killed the truck. He followed Cole as the boy went and unlocked the front door, propping it open with a doorstop.
He and his dad began unloading everything, starting with the couch and bed. The hardest part of the unloading process? Carrying the bed upstars. As they unloaded the tv to finish things out, Cole and his father took a moment to cool off in the air conditioning.
But with a new year, Cole decided it wa time to change things up. Last week he'd applied for an apartment and today here he was moving out of the dorms and into said apartment. As he and his dad loaded his couch into the bed of the truck, Cole took a breather and wiped the sweat from his brow, "Ya'know, it's nice to have my own place now. But I hate this part of the process."
"Really, son?" Allan asked him, "I figured you'd be used to it by now. All the moving and shit you've done in the last few years." He chuckled.
Cole returned his father's chuckle with a combination laugh-sigh of his own, "You never get used to moving, dad. You taught me that."
"Well, at least I taught you something. Is that everything in your room that's yours?"
"Yeah, that's the last of it."
"Well, then let's go." Allan said as they both got in the truck, a 2012 Chevrolet Silverado z71.
Cole's dog, Hoss, sat in the console's place between them. Cole's hand rubbed his dog's head. It had been almost three months since he'd seen his pet. The dog had missed him, too, he knew. Hoss's head rested in Cole's lap for the duration of the ride and jumped up when Allan killed the truck. He followed Cole as the boy went and unlocked the front door, propping it open with a doorstop.
He and his dad began unloading everything, starting with the couch and bed. The hardest part of the unloading process? Carrying the bed upstars. As they unloaded the tv to finish things out, Cole and his father took a moment to cool off in the air conditioning.