2,146 Miles // Trevor Moran

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I traced my finger along the seal of the unusual envelope. Slowly, I broke open the barrier keeping me from what remained inside. I pulled out the letter and as I saw the hand writing, I immediately knew who had sent it.

"What is that?" My mom asked.

I tried to respond but I couldn't; I wasn't even sure of what it was.

"It's from dad." I said.

I couldn't describe the expression that came upon my mother's face. It'd been two years since I'd seen my father, it's not easy to keep a relationship with someone who's in prison.

In those two years, I'd gotten no letters, no phone calls, nothing. Not that I expected him to reach out to me, he never cared for me at all. After what he put me through, I wasn't too found of him either. So why was he making an effort now?

I decided to turn my attention away from the letter. I didn't want it on my mind while I was trying to enjoy my last few months in Michigan. I made my way up into my room and decided to finish packing. I had just graduated high school two weeks ago, and once summer was over I would be moving to California with my best friend, Adelaine. Later today we were flying out to LA just for a week, to look at some apartments and get more familiar with the area. We had already been to Los Angeles quite a few times, for YouTube conventions and other events that were going on. I was so anxious to get away for a week, to not have to go to counseling, and to keep my mind off of whatever was going on with my dad and this letter.

Once I had enough clothes packed to last me a week, I packed my toothbrush, deodorant, face wash, and hid my medication in the bottom of my makeup bag. No one but my mom knew about my depression and anxiety, and I was planning on keeping it that way.

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LA, 6:04 P.M.

Once Adelaine and I had arrived in California and had a few hours to settle in, we decided to go grab some food. We found the nearest Qdoba and ordered our regulars. Adelaine had gone to find us a table while I filled up our drinks.

"Oh my god," Adelaine said as I sat down with her at our table.

"What?" I asked.

"Look who just walked in," she mumbled from across the table.

I slightly turned my head and saw the curly hair, realizing it was Jc Caylen. Adelaine and Jc have always been really close friends, but she hasn't been talking to him lately because she's realized she has feelings for him; and she doesn't want to jeopardize their friendship.

"Go talk to him." I demanded.

"No!" She exclaimed.

It was too late. Jc noticed us and began approaching our table.

"Adelaine and Paige!" He exclaimed as he neared us. "It's been months, how are you guys?"

"We're doing well, we're moving to LA after the summer." I responded.

"Really? That's great, you guys'll love it here." He said, then turning his attention to Adelaine.

"Why haven't you been answering my calls?" He asked her.

"I'm sorry, I've just been really busy and haven't had time to sit down and talk." She lied.

"Okay, well anyways I'd love to catch up with you guys more. We're having a party tonight, you guys should come." He asked.

"Yeah, we'll think about it." I responded.

"Sounds good. Hopefully I'll see you guys tonight," he said as he walked away.