"Who the hell is that?" my mom questioned me. 

"I'm his boyfriend," James answered. 

"Bitch I wasn't asking you. So there." My mom flipped him off. 

"He's James, my boyfriend," I said all weirdly. 

"Since uh when?" my mom crossed her arms. 

"Today. wait hold up. Yeah today." I checked the time.

"Ugh. You're moving out," my mom ordered. 

"I'm only thirteen bitch tits McGee." 

"Pack your fucking bags. Neow."

I don't wanna. 

She left and I sat there in silence with James poking me. 

"C'mon. Let's pack your baggies." James stood up.

I stood up with him and started to pack my bags. He helped me 

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After we finished packing my bags, James helped me take them to the outside world. 

I was so tempted to flip the cameras off, but did not. 

"Sigh, what am I gonna do now?" I sighed. 

I feel like a burnt piece of popcorn, and not a French fry. 

"Move in with me, obviously," James pointed out. 

"Well, I don't want to be a burden."

"You won't be a burden." James hugged me. 

I HUGGED back. "Ok, where do you live?"

"Follow me," he said as he grabbed ALL of my bags. 

"Okee dokee!" I followed.