I Miss You

(Izzy's point of view)

I walk down the street away from Tripp's house with tears running down my face. Tripp is leaving tomorrow to go on tour. I know I should be happy for him, but I feel like he's leaving me… I put on a forced smile whenever he talks about it. He too blinded by his excitement to see my sadness and I like it that way. I don't want him to feel like he's being a bad best friend by leaving me.

"Hey Izzy!" I hear Tripp's voice call me. I spin around to see him running to me. I quickly wipe my tears hoping he doesn't see them.

"Here you forgot this!" He panted, pulling my droid out of his back pocket and handing it to me.

"Thanks." I say weakly and cracking a smile, but at the same time a lone tear decides to drip down my face. I turn around walking quickly, hoping he didn't see that. Even if he did I'd be walking fast enough for him not to catch me.

But no avail. He did and quickly catches up to me. One thing is running though my mind as he does this.

Crap.

He guides me to a near by bench and I don't protest. Once we were sitting down he asked,

"What's with the water works?" I shook my head in response. I knew he would know what I meant. He rolled his eyes grabbing my forearms.

"You were smiling just a couple of minutes ago. What's wrong?" Tripp asked me again.

I just stare at him blankly not know what to say. But I'm saved because his Iphone goes off. He answers, says 'ok' then hangs up. He looks at me with a very not 'Tripp' serious look.

"This conversation is not over Izzy, but you and your parents are having dinner at my house tonight. With the guys, mom, and me." He said, standing up pulling me with him.

We then start off to his house in an awkward silence. Once there he looked at me.

"Remember what I said." He reminded me.

I nodded then wandered my way into the smell coming from the stove smelled mouth-watering.

"What are you making Ms. Cambell?" I asked Trip's mom.

"Yours and Tripp's favorite meal." She answered, as she started to fry the taco meat.I was about to offer her help, when Tripp jerked me backwards and dragged me into his room.

He closed the door as soon as we were both inside.

"Now what's wrong Iz?" He asked, in a non Tripp way again.

"I'm going to miss you!" The words flowed out, before I could stop them.

My hand flew to my mouth to cover it that had opened, from horror of the words that had come out of was a quiet stillness, that made my stomach lurch.

Why doesn't he just say something?

I would walk away, but he's blocking the exit looked at me, eyes dull. I slowly took my hand away from my mouth.

"Are you happy?" I asked him.

"That's it?" He asked me finally.

"You're my best friend of course your going to miss me!" He concluded happily.

He wasn't getting it, and I like it that way, because telling him about my feelings would be the demolition of our friendship…

So what do you think?