The drive home was quite to say the least.

At least the inside of the truck was.

I wish I could say the same about my brain.

It was going all over the place.

What about Jazz? What will she think of him?

And what will my dad say about the three boys staying there? I mean its not like I asked him or anything. But what’s he going to do send them to Maine?

I think not.

Every once and a while I looked over at Caleb, who kept looking over at me. We’d just smile and then go back to doing nothing. Well, except driving of course.

By the time we pulled in the driveway, I had become thoroughly stressed and then completely calm.

I guess I’m just super special.

We got out of the truck, ignoring the bags for the moment. Caleb ran over and grabbed my hand and smiled at me before we walked to the house.

Sean beat us to the door and ran out to tackle us.

“Finally! We can have threesomes again! Maybe a foursome if Kraig will stop being a homophobe.” He said from on top of us.

“Hey! I will not associate with the likes of you!” Kraig yelled from behind us.

“That’s not what you were saying last night. I think you were saying my name instead.” I told him.

“Oh, white girl, puhlease!” Kraig said, snapping his fingers.

I laughed before realizing that Caleb and Sean’s fat asses were still on me.

“Alright, look guys, I know you think this is funny and all, and you know I love having you guys suffocate me, but get your asses off me!” I tried to sound dignified, but it was ruining when I was wheezing slightly.

Sean grumbling something along the lines of “I’m not that fat…” and got up, but Caleb didn’t budge.

It had to be for one of the following four reasons in my opinion.

He is too fat to move.

He is slightly P. about the whole me sleeping with Kraig thing (even though I didn’t really)

He likes my body.

He is to slow to comprehend the fact that I want him to move.

Now, truthfully I’d love to be able to say that it was #3 but I’m pretty sure he took me seriously and is now pouting.

Now, while I was thinking about this, Caleb snatched me up with him, gently of course, and planted a nice long kiss one me. Afterwards, while I was still spinning I might add, he sent Kraig a ‘Beat That!’ look.

Kraig just laughed before walking back into the house.

Well, boys will be boys?

The rest of the day passed without incident. Jazz and Caleb get along fine, thank god, and we all watched movies for a couple of hours. There was only one embarrassing incident, which consisted of finding Kraig and Jazz in the kitchen, locking lips. That stopped the glares from Caleb for the rest of the night.

The boys left the next morning and the week seemed to pass by slowly. Christmas came and went, and it was nearing time for me to go back to Maine. Jazz and me were sitting on my couch the night before my flight.

“So, Kraig?” She said. It was the first time she mentioned him all week. Which is extremely strange considering Jazz’s normal behavior. You see the way she usually works is she likes a guy, and then she talks about him 24/7 until she either a. stops liking him or b. starts dating him. And if its option b. she talks about him 36/7, which isn’t possible, but she somehow crams in enough to make it worth 36/7. It’s rather disturbing. She sounds like the Gilmore Girls on crack when she does it. I should tape it and send it into Ripley’s Believe it or Not.

“What about him?” I asked, wrapped up in stretching Swedish fish, sticking skittles in them and then wrapping them around my thumb so I could have a reason the suck on my thumb, without looking funny.

What? I’ve always wanted to find a reason I can suck on my thumb and not get yelled at for it.

Why do I talk to you?

Well, maybe you love me. Or maybe it is because YOU’RE MY BRAIN?!

Whoa….someone is touchy.

Sorry, I don’t like people disturbing my Swedish fish and skittle time.

Well, SORRY!

Don’t be a hoe.

Don’t be a shovel!

That was uncalled for!

Jazz waved a hand in front of my face, seeing I wasn’t paying attention.

“Huh? Sorry, what did you say?”

“I said, don’t be a dumb ass and tell me what you know I want to know.” She told me.

“I’m not a dumb ass.” I mumbled.

“Whatever, spill!” She told me with a thump to the back of my head.

“Well, stop being a hoe for one. He’s single? He likes Chinese food, and Amp’s. He eats to much, and he can be really quite. He loves watching Sean be a buttface to me, and he dances around the room randomly while singing Backstreet Boys.” I told her.

“Well, okay? What does he like in a girl?” She said while trying to contain her laughter as I stuck my thumb in my mouth.

“Well, all I know is what he spilled during truth or dare, when we were going to try and make Sean into his perfect woman.” I warned her.

“I’m not even going to ask why, but go ahead.” She rolled her eyes.

“Well, he likes girls who take care of them selves, know how to have fun, can sing Disney tunes with him and not look at him funny, and will buy him Amp’s when he’s sad.” I told her.

“That’s it?” She asked, surprised.

“He’s not exactly needy.” I told her.

“Um, okay?”

“Now can I please go back to what I was doing?” I asked her grumpily.

“Only if I can listen to country.”

“You can listen to country if you get my Ipod.” I informed her.

“’Kay.” She said before running up the stairs.

A couple of seconds later I heard a thump.

“I’m okay!” I heard Jazz yell down the stairs.

Wow.

Klutzo.

So are you.

Point?

A couple of hours later, Jazz was sleeping on the couch, and I was bored.

I went upstairs to grab a book when I saw Caleb’s present still on the nightstand.

Ah, what the heck.

I picked it up, and turned it over to start unwrapping the paper.

But then I decided that sitting down was safer, that way I can throw any dangerous items across the room if necessary, without falling on my ass.

I unwrapped the golden paper, and opened the brown box it covered. I was met by bubble wrap, which I pulled out. I then saw it. I was a red cherry box, with stars and swirls carved into it. I opened it up with a smile on my face and heard the tune for I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing playing, and a note inside.

I opened up the note, and started reading.

Bells,

Whatever we go through, whether or not this relationship works out, I want you to know something. I will be here for you, through thick and thin, no matter what. I will be your friend, no matter what. Want to know why? Because that’s what friends do. I know you’ll be here for me too. Want to know why? Because that’s what friends do. We are friends forever. Now later on today I will regain my manliness and grunt and sling you over my shoulder, but right now, I just wanted you to know that.

Your Friend,

Caleb

I set the note down, and laid back on my bed.

From now on, I thought, life is good.

And I fell asleep.

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This, my friends, is the end of Wow, Moving Here? But dont worry. There WILL BE a sequel A.S.A.P.

I want you guys to know that I loved writing this, and I appreciate your support, especially those who review.

You guys are what made this what it is.

Hopefully you guys liked it.

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Sorry it took so long, I was busy with this HUGE project for WH2 and one of my best friend's cats went missing so i spent like 4 days looking for it. But it's back now! yay!

But ya. Thanks guys.

Beth