My mind fills with crazy ideas of the future while my heart shows me where I need to be. People tell us we're moving too fast, but with Blake, nothing ever feels too fast, but rather, what next?

"Ava, I will throw this cushion at you," grumbles Kyle.

"Why?" I flinch back and cover my face with my hands. 

Kyle springs up and tackles me onto the bed. From the force of his heavy body, it knocks the oxygen right out of my lungs. I cough as I shove my hands into his side. But his big body continues to crush mine.

"But baby." He pouts, quivering his lip.

"Don't you baby me." I glare. His pouty lips have never affect me and they certainly won't either.

"Ava baby." His arms tightly wrap around my middle as he snuggles closer to my chest.

"You're only moving an hour away, Kyle, the world will orbite without you," I say.

"Dagger to the heart babe, straight through it." He winces.

Since I helped Kyle pack his belongings up from the move to his university campus, he's supposed to be helping me pack up my things to move to Blake's, but so far he's made more of a mess and nothing is packed. Blake is going to be here in a couple of hours to grab some of my belongings and so far I've come to realise I have more trash than anything else.

"I can see why your parents are forcing you to move to the campus, I think I've had about enough of you for a life time," I tease.

"Corruption," he shouts. "I blame this Blake fella of yours, filling your head with lies." He wasn't completely wrong there. Blake filled my head with a sense of optimism and fairy tales. Once before, I'd have been the poster girl for giving up, yet here I stand, stepping in a direction I never thought I'd take.

"Seriously, I need to pack." Kyle lets go of my middle so that I can sit up. I get off the bed and grab a box from the hallway and continue packing the stuff from my wardrobe. A lot of the stuff in my bedroom is stuff I can't take. Blake's already got a bed, a desk and everything else in his house. The only thing I'm really taking is my clothing and other personal belongings. It half feels like I'm not moving or contributing to the house hold.

Oddly, this doesn't feel like moving, just a very long sleepover I'm not coming back from. Blake had asked me last week to move in with him. I'd first thought he was half mad, bonkers even, but he seemed serious enough. Well, I'm packing my belongings to move, so it must be serious.

After finishing high school last month, I've been spending a considerable amount of time helping him with London. My parents were iffy of the idea, but I think they've rather grown to like it. So many people tell me I'm insane for falling for a man like Blake Rivers, but I'd feel insane if I didn't.

Perhaps the world would never understand the way I think or feel about Blake Rivers, but I also suppose that doesn't matter either. They aren't the ones making the choices, this is my life after all. Eventually, their opinions fade into the background noise you tune out. It just takes time to figure out how to ignore what they're saying.

Grabbing my bags from the floor, I chuck them in and then start filling the rest with my clothing. I don't think I need Kyle here, but it's nice spending time together before he goes away to study. It's not like he's moving to the other side of the world, but if feels like it. I've spend the last eighteen years of my life everyday with Kyle, now, it'll be every other week if I'm lucky. Growing up makes the world feel like it's ending, I'm dramatic, I know.

"Ava, Blake's here," calls Mum.

"Really?" I run out of my bedroom and downstairs to find Blake and his father walking through the door.

"Hey baby," says Blake, a large smile on his face.

"Why are you so early?" I ask.

"I thought you might need some help."

"Oh."

"Thomas," calls Dad. "I'll show you the new television we got." Thomas and my father walk into the lounge room while Blake and I head upstairs. As we walk down the hallway, Kyle walks out of my bedroom with his back pack over his shoulder.

"Are you going?" I ask.

"Yeah, I've got to finish packing my things for tomorrow. Dad wants everything loaded into the car," he explains.

"Oh." I frown. "Goodbye then." I lean in and give him a tight hug.

"I'll see you this weekend, or maybe the next one." He casually shrugs.

"We could have a barbie or something." I look over to Blake and he nods.

"We could do that if you want," he agrees.

Kyle bypasses us and heads down the stairs. I stand in the hallway and wait until he's out of the house before walking into my bedroom. Now that Kyle's gone and Blake's here to move my belongings, it's emphasising the change of my situation. The idea of no going back scares me to the core.

"What's left to pack?" Blake takes my hand and pulls me to my bed. He takes a seat and tugs me onto his lap. Without needing to say anything, he wraps his arms around my body and kisses my cheek.

"You don't need to move if you'd rather stay here, Ava," he whispers.

"I just." I bite my lip. "What happens if this doesn't work out?" The thought of losing Blake over moving into the same space scares me. Perhaps I didn't even know what I was worried about to begin with... there are so many emotions swirling through me right now.

"We could do this next week or the week after," he says. "I'll never change my mind about wanting you with me, but if you need to stay here, I won't force you to move." And there goes Blake, being so sweet and caring.

"No." I shake my head. "I want to do this." I climb off his lap and continue packing. I pile all of my clothing into two boxes and push them towards my bedroom door, then with the remainder of the two boxes, I pack away the rest of my belongings and tidy up the room. Once we're finished, Blake and I carry the boxes to the car and manage to fit them in the spacious boot and back seat.

"Is that everything?" asks Blake as we walk back inside the house.

"I think so." I nod my head.

We walk into the living room to find our father's still talking about the television. When they notice our presence, Thomas, Blake and I say our goodbyes.

I give both of my parent's tight hugs before handing over their house key. The five of us walk outside and towards Blake's car.

"Remember, you can always come back if you need to," says Mum.

"I know, thank you."

"We'll come visit you tomorrow, see how you've settled in."

"Are you sure it's not just to see Thomas?" I laugh.

"That too." He winks.

With one last hug, I get into the back of Blake's car and we head off. As we drive down the road, I felt something within me change. I feel like I've left part of myself behind, but not in a bad way. A part that needed to leave for a new me to grown. Today is the beginning of a new story I'm eager to find out, one I know I won't be able to put down.

What is something big you've done has scared you?