Mark looked at Roger, tears trying to force their way out and down his pale cheeks.
“Why do you have to move?” He asked his friend as he watched him put things in boxes.
“It’s not like I have a choice. My dad got relocated and, obviously, I have to go with him,” Roger told him, totally pissed that this was even happening.
Mark looked down at Roger’s red and black comforter, hoping that this was just a dream, just another bad dream and when he woke up, Roger would be starting high school with him.
“What’s the place called your moving to?” He asked, hoping it wasn’t too far away.
“Hicksville. There’s a place called fucking Hicksville, can you believe?” Roger asked, laughing a little.
“Oh,” Mark said, cheering up a little. Luckily, it was only about an hour away.
“Yeah, I was hoping it wouldn’t be that far away from here. Mom said I can come and visit on the weekends,” Roger told him, grinning at the blond.
Mark grinned back, showing that he was definitely happy about that.
“It’s not the same though,” he mumbled, hoping Roger didn’t hear him.
“It’s just not going to be the same. I’m basically going to be all alone this year. Tom going’s to be there, but, he’s got a different lunch block and he’s a junior, so, no classes,” Mark just kept going and going.
Roger stared at his friend and realized he’s right. Mark is basically going to be all alone.
While Mark continued to mumble on about a million different things, Roger walked over to his closet and pulled a worn box down from the top. Putting it on the floor, he searched through and smiled when he found his ‘buried treasure’.
He threw it at Mark’s face and laughed when the blond finally stopped talking and just stared at Roger, the item hanging off his face.
“What was that for?” Mark asked, slowly pulling it off his face.
“That’s for you, so you won’t miss me as much when I’m gone,” Roger said, smiling at his friend and kicking the box out of his way.
Mark smiled and looked down in his hands at a white and blue scarf.