Oh boy, he was pissed. He didn't even get used to his life in this new college before having to ask for another transfer. While packing and looking around to see if he forgot to put anything important in his bag, he kept cursing all the names he knew in his head.

Of course, it wasn't his father's fault. The constant moving to another city was always a part of their life and the family was used to it by now. But that didn't make the situation suck less. It would be the fourth time in less than three years that they were moving.

Cursing a bit more under his breath, he moved close to his bed and looked outside the window. Well, at least he wasn't going to miss that city. It was way too packed, both by people and buildings, and he wasn't fond of either.

And it wasn't like he had any friends that he would miss. They would come and go, city by city, so fast that he didn't have the time to make friends. People were so busy and their lives seemed so full that they didn't have the patience to deal with him. He couldn't make friends in high school and he wasn't so sure if he would be able to make them in college as well.

His father even told him that, if he wished, he could live in the dorms and stay in the city. And he could curse all he wanted, but he loved his family way too much to even think about being in a place without them. So every time he would pack and unpack his stuff, moving along to any place his family had to go.

And maybe this was a good opportunity for him. Finally, they would be away from the big cities, living in a more recluse place. From what his mother told him, they would be living in a small town, with fewer people than what he got used to and, much for his taste, closer to nature.

While his mind was running wild with the expectations, his brain shut down in the middle of a train of thoughts and he stared at his room's door. Call it a sixth sense, but the boy was good at sensing when someone was coming. The door opened and his dad appeared through it, the green eyes appraising the room.

He moved his eyes back to the boy, clearly satisfied with what he saw. "You done?" he asked, and the boy just nodded. "Good! Your mom is finishing her things, can you put your stuff in the car?" and the question was followed by another nod. Smiling, the adult went out of the room, but soon he appeared again at the door. "When you finish, stay with Cookie, she will love the company." And with that, he was gone.

Cookie was their dog. An adorable huge ball of fluffy fur. They got her years ago, probably around three months after he moved in with his parents. Most likely because they were worried that he was constantly alone since he always had problems interacting with other people.

And they were right. The smooth addition in the family improved everyone's mood. His parents could relax after seeing the boy happily running all over the house with the dog behind him. And the boy was finally showing other emotions and enjoying himself. A happy son equalled happy parents.

He went running down the stairs with his luggage in his hands. He wasn't very strong, so he probably would need two or three trips to get everything into the car. Crossing the living room and making his way to the front door, he was surprised by Cookie bumping into his legs.

The caramel dog with brown spots was happily waving her tail. She would get so freaking happy every time she saw him and he felt the same. Smiling, he made a sign with his free hand for her to follow him, and she kept him company with all the trips, up and down the stairs, from his room to the car.

Sighing, he finally let himself fall on the sofa, promptly followed by Cookie. He kept waiting for his parents while petting the dog, asking himself how something could be so adorable and cute. She seemed to understand what he was thinking because she waved her tail stronger than ever and jumped around him while pushing her snout into his hands for more petting.

His mom showed up in the living room, laughing at the scene. She walked to her son, placing a kiss on his forehead and asking if he was ready to go. While he nodded, his dad appeared smiling next to his mom. The whole comforting aura made his chest feel warm and, with a timid smile, he got up and walked to the front door.

He got into the back seat with Cookie, waiting with his dad while his mom gave the house a last check. The adult turned around from his seat to face the younger one. "Are you excited about college? You will have one week to get used to the city before the semester starts." His father was way more excited than him, his eyes showing him how proud he felt over his son's achievements. 

"Yeah, I want to explore the town with Cookie and find the best route to college. I hope it can be done on foot." His dad looked at him attentively, assimilating his answer. "Well, so you better buckle it up because we are good to go." he said, as his wife got in the car. 

He kept looking outside the window until he couldn't see their old house anymore. At the front seat, his parents seemed to talk to each other, smiling over some chit-chat. He could feel his chest getting warm again. They were happy and, even more important, they were all together.

After everything, he ended up being so damn lucky.