anxiety {s.p}

blast into the past

{dayna's pov}

we all went to our parents house or whatever and got a couple things from our past for thanksgiving.

i got my baby book and couple of yearbooks. my mom insisted i take a meal, so i guess we're having corn casserole (which it way better than it sounds) and precooked steaks and some cookies.

a pretty good meal, probably the first homecooked meal that we've really had together.

kali and kylee sit in my room while i talk to my mom, which is only a while. we only have two cars, so the guys took one and we took one.

i was the last stop.

"kali! kylee! c'mon!" i shout. they run out like little kids and we leave.

the ride was short and we're all ready in no time.

we all sit in a circle with our old belongings.

sam goes first with an album and soccer stuff. after, it's kian with old pictures of him and sam. then me. then jc with his old yearbooks. then kylee with baby pictures. then kali with an old journal and her favorite outfit.

things i learned today:

•sam was always a cute little fuck

•kian has known sam for almost 10 years

•jc has had problems with bullying, etc.

•baby kylee and baby kenzie are damn nearly identical

•kali's always liked cutting holes in her shirts.

[a/n

i was just at my godfather's annual bonfire (aka tim and shirly's weekend party) and it gave me an idea for later in the book]