・Abigale's POV・
After what felt like hours of assembling, we were finally done. Near the end of our unpacking and sorting my mom got back from work, giving us a hand.
"Okay you kids go study, I need to work on dinner," My mom smiles as she practically forces us out of the kitchen, "Hurry, hurry! I have food to cook!" She laughs and we slowly make our way out of the kitchen, grabbing our bags as we head upstairs to my room. I automatically drop my bag and flop on my mattress, letting out a sigh.
"I... Am... So... Tired." I say in between breaths and Alex chuckles, plopping down next to my nearly dead body.
"And you said it wouldn't be that bad," He stays and I sit up tiredly.
"I did not, I just said don't complain," I say matter-of-factly and he raises his hands in defense.
"I was mis
