Apparently a girl named Jaycee broke into a house in the town's old district. She stole somethings from a safe in an upstairs bedroom in an old Victorian house.

At least that's what it says in the news.

Cole laughed at the stupidity of the newspaper's editor. Half the headlines and news stories were misspelled and screwed up.

"Looks like Grammar saw his face and ran." Cole laughed putting the paper down

"Cole..." I rolled my eyes and popped two aspirins in my mouth then took a big swig of water, "Can you just not."

"No I cannot not." Cole looked me dead in the eye

"Seriously?" I sighed and got up, "I'm gonna be in my art-room. Don't bother me."

Cole waved and Dervik toasted his coffee mug into the air. I headed up the stairs and rubbed my temples. I felt like shit.

After walking up the main set of stairs, I opened the closet near my room and pulled the ladder down from the ceiling. Securing it to the floor, I climbed up into my art-room.

It was majority of the third floor that we no longer used. I placed my 7-Up on the table next to the chalk wall. The backpack lay on the main art table. Cautiously I walked toward the backpack, as if some deadly robot was hidden inside.

A deep breath and a step was taken. Then another and another. Before I knew it, the backpack was inches from my hands.

Unzipping the main zipper, I closed my eyes and reached into the bag.

The first item that was pulled out was a box. I remembered this box.

Tracing the elaborate carvings and paintings on the box, I tried to open it. But it was locked.

I sighed and fell back into the patch-work couch that was next to the table. "Why Noah?!? Why?!!!" I yelled at no one.

I don't get why he had to make it so difficult. What was in that box that was so important that needed to be guarded by not one lock but two?

At least he gave me the combination for the safe. This box was different. There was no combination. Just a rusty old lock. It wouldn't break. It held up good for an old thing.

"Uggggggghhhhh......" I yelled, frustrated. Why was Noah so confusing and shit?

I shook my head and went into the backpack to grab another safe-item. This one was wrapped in purple colored tissue-paper.

Carefully ripping the package open, I saw what it was. And started crying.

Unfolding the fabric, I hugged the shirt to my chest. Something fell from inside the shirt, onto the floor of the artroom.

The fabric was a little frayed and wrinkled but otherwise it was just like I remembered it. I couldn't believe he kept it.

The shirt was from when we first met and actually hung out together, alone. It was now yellowing, from what I'm guessing was exposure to light and sunscreen, but it was still there.

I smelled the fabric. It smelled lie him. I know that's a little creepy but I really miss him. A lot.

Finally placing the shirt down, I picked up what had fallen from inside the shirt. The stuff animal I won for him at the carnival from the next town over. He tried to win me one but kept failing, meanwhile I had won several times at various different games.

I placed the little animal on the fraying shirt and continued looking through the contents of the backpack.