Disclaimer: If I owned Degrassi there would be way more episodes with Ellie/Marco/Alex/Craig story lines and Spinner would fall down a well and die. Which could be why I don't own it.
Authors Note: Yeah.. First Degrassi fic. It kind of sucks..
It was a Thursday when I realized he wasn't coming back. I remember it so well. It had only been a week since school had ended, and I was back at home, laying on the living room couch talking to Craig on the phone.
Mom was in the kitchen at the time. If it had been any other time, I would have freaked out, what with her burning up the house and all, but she had been doing better. She was re-painting. I knew I was supposed to be helping her, but Empire Records was on, and the phone had rang, both distracting me from 'Perrywinkle Blue'.
The sun was shining through our living room for the first time in years, and it was just one of those days where things seemed to be going right. I can't remember having one of them since eighth grade.
I'm not sure what even made me think of it. Craig and I were engaged in some conversation about guitar wax and our teen group. It hadn't been that. It hadn't been the Johnny Cash song mom was humming while she painted our new kitchen. I suppose it was just one of those things that you knew.
And I knew that he wasn't coming back. Over the past few months, I had dreamed of so many different senarios. I had thought that he was going to come back, because he had to come back, and we could get jobs and try the apartment thing again, and everything would be back to normal and perfect. I had our whole senior year together planned out. I realize how hokey that must sound, but I just knew he had to come back to Degrassi. Back to me.
But that Thursday had changed everything for me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw things, drive down to Wasaga Beach and hit him, break down and cry.
"El?" I heard through the phone. It sounded like he was so far away, like he was underwater or something.
"Ellie? Are you still there?"
"Sort of," I said, my voice breaking.
"Why don't we find Marco and Alex and go do something?" Craig suggested. And then it occured to me that he knew to. He and Sean had been friends since long before I even knew who Sean was. Same with Marco and Alex. They had known their friend wasn't coming back. And together, the four of us would survive without Sean. And we'd all be okay.
"Sounds like a plan," I said.
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