Hi, Started this story a long time ago, thought it'd be fun on here. I really like it and if it's on here I suppose I might update it more. There is a story similar to this one on here, but I don't remember what it's called. I started this on Wattpad. Com, so if you see it on there too, it's me! Hope you like it! The intro's kinda short...


Taylor:

I sit in my bedroom on my shared bunk bed and sigh loudly. I miss George, and I can't get him out of my head. I share a room with a girl who's called Midnight. She came to this school because she was nearly driven mad by her parents and their ways of manipulation. I say nearly because she's not really crazy, just slightly mad.

She can be really funny sometimes, and she doesn't make sense most of the time, but over all she's not crazy. She notices my sighing and climbs up the wrong end of the bed to look at me.

"What's wrong, Tay?" she asked smiling her silly smile, "Do you miss Georgie already? he just left, Taylor!"

I looked up at her sadly and chewed my lip, "He was my best friend, Mid!" I said flopping back onto my pillows, "We promised not to leave each other!"

She sighed sympathetically, "I know how you feel," she said climbing up onto my bed, "Richie and I are like that too."

Richard Starkey is Midnight's best friend, and he was George's room mate. He had OCD, so he likes to keep things very clean. Midnight has a little crush on him, but he's totally oblivious to it most of the time.

"I know you and Richie are like that!" I said with a groan. I turned over and put my face in my pillow. It still smelled like him. We slept in each others room sometimes when he got scared, and I wondered how I'd get to sleep anymore without him, "I want George back!" I said from my pillow.

Midnight laughed and messed with the trinkets and candy I have on the small wall bookshelf I have hanging at the end of my bed, "Well you can hang out with me and Richie if you like." she said as she stuffed one of my Hershey kisses that George had given me before he left into her mouth.

I sighed and took one too. It tasted good, but the memories of eating them with George came back and I felt like crying. Midnight put her hand on my shoulder and I sighed again before she got off my bed.

Mike Nesmith, my cousin and the reason I was at this school, came in and looked at me. He was a care taker at this place, and he got me a spot here because my parents split and neither of them wanted me, so in a way I suppose I am a troubled teen.

"Taylor," he said nervously, "Uh, The headmaster would like to see you."

I nodded and climbed off my bed to see what the head master wanted. As I walked i thought about every waking second of Mine and George's friendship, and this is how it went...