I could still remember when I first meet her. I was five and hiding from some cousin in the tree's around Grace's house. She just came up to me and said, " I bet you can't get down."
I did. Then I got all her cookies. Over the years after that we just grew together. Then when I was twelve dad got me involved in what he called "The Family Business" also know as Tomas branch stupidness, her words not mine. I became a jerk, bullying her brother and a lot of other mean things. After I lot her brother in a closet, I forgot he has asthma, she talked to me about it. The ensuing conversation wasn't exactly nice but to cut it short we weren't friends at all.
It was then I made the biggest mistake of my life. I stopped being friends, scratch that, best friends with Amy Cahill. After a few months(more like a few years) I realised something.
She was my glue. My rock. My life. My home. She was and always my best friend. I also realised something else that is very important.
I needed her back.
She was what made me, me and I needed my best friend back. That little fact was what caused me to be in front of her door, hands shaking and palms sweating like nerd starring at the hot girl in class that just asked him out.
"Hamilton?" I looked up from glaring at my hands to stop shaking to see her standing in front of me.
"H-Hey Amy," Oh god, I did not just stutter. I even sound like her.
"What you doing here?" she questioned as she held the door open for me.
"I came to see you"
"Why?"
"Amy," I felt at lost for words. What was I suppose to say to her? "I want it back"
"I don't remember you giving me anything" Amy replied, confusion glowing on her face.
"What we had when we were kids! The friendship we shared. I want it back," I half sobbed, "I want my best friend back."
"I always was your best friend," she whispered into my ear as she hugged me tightly.
"You mean it?" I whispered back.
"Always."
Should I make it a one-shot or a two-shot? I'm not sure if I should or not.
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