It was the day before I was heading back home with Maxwell. I had written my last exam yesterday, while Maxwell had written his last final two days before. He was currently in my room helping me back my stuff, complaining about the number of clothes I had, and why I had so many pens and pencils.
"I need them. I'm a writer, remember?" I laughed, watching as Maxwell rolled his eyes at me before tossing the bag of pens into my open suitcase that was in front of him. We had managed to pack most of my things already, we were just clearing out my desk and lower drawers.
"That doesn't explain the clothes," he said as I unironically tossed two of my jeans at him. "You have a lot of clothes," he added as he watched me look through my drawer in awe.
"You won't understand, you barely have clothes,
