PREVIOULY: "I'm not a bad guy." He looked down. "Im not one of those jerks you see up there. I treat people right. People just think that because I'm the rich kid. The principals nephew." He looks up at me. "But other people are bad guys." That sentence gave me goosebumps. "My whole life. I never know if my 'friends' are actually my friends." I felt really bad.
Mitchie:
"I never really know if the smart people with glasses--" I interuppted him.
"You mean the nerds?" I corrected him.
"Thats it!" He yelled. I jumped a little. Then he lowered his voice a little. "Im not like that. I don't call people nerds." He shrugged. "Antyways. Even the smart people fool me. They just become friends with me to get a scholarship. The popular guys become my friend cuz they thing they can get the key to the school." He shook his head. "It sucks."
"Sorry." I looked down.
"Hey." His voice made me look up at him. "It's ok."
I smiled and something caught his eye. I followed his gaze. It was my soccer poster of David Beckham. "You like soccer?" He smiled at me.
"Ya. Soccer and I just think David Beckhams hot!" I plopped down on my bed and he did the same beside me. "Soccer.." HE sighed. "I used to love soccer."
"Used to?" I looked at him.
"I still do." He put his hands behind his head. "I just like it. Not love it. Being forced to be the best." He look at me. His brown eyes gazing at me. "Makes you dislike soccer." He sighs deeply. "Soccer and music." He smiles. "Brothers." He looks up at the ceiling. "My life. Those things are the most important thing to me." He stares at me. I ignore his eyes. "What about you?"
"Alex. Chad. Me. Friends. Music." I smiled at him. "Why is your brother so quiet?"
Shane:
I chuckled. Everyone asks me that question. "He's just depressed."
"Depressed?" Mitchie looks at me confusingly.
"He's been like that for the past 5 years." I stood up and stared out the window. Mitchie followed me.
"Why?" She looked at me but I didnt look back.
"It happened on Christmas." I started.
"Shane!" The memory was coming back to me. 11 year old Nick came running up to me on the day of Christmas eve.
"Hey Natalie." I ruffled his hair. Calling the name our cousins called him when they used to play dress up with him.
"Natalie?" He spit. "Yuck. How can I be Natalie when I got my first armpit hair!" He showed me.
"Just one?" I asked.
"Ya!" He smiled. "It's what I asked for Christmas."
"Armpit hair?" He nodded. "Armpit hair?" I pounced on him and started to play fight with him. We both were laughing.
"Argh!" Jason jumped in.
Just then the telephone rang. We all stopped. It was a different kind of ring that made us all confused. The ringing was the same but it felt like something bad happened. Jason slowly walk to the phone. "Hello?" He answered.
Me and NAte stood there. Our hearts are beating fast. We gasp when we see tears out of Jasons eyes and he fell to the ground.
"That Christmas." I turned to Mitchie. "We found out that our parents died in a plane crash."
Mitchies eyes widened. "Nate hasn't talk to me since." I looked away. "What about you?"
"My-My-My Parents died in a car crash." Mitchie said nervously.
"I'm sorry." I looked at her. "You wanna go grab something to eat?"
"Ya sure."
We practically spent the whole night together.
"So is Alex your sister or something?" I asked her at while taking a sip of Mcdonalds.
"Well.. we have the same birthdays." She smiled at me.
"Huh?"
Mitchie:
"Well." I started. "That time our moms were at the hospital at the same time cuz their water broke and the receptionist accidentally put them in the same rooms. The doctors were gonna take my mom to another room but she was gonna give birth to me already. So they did it at the same time. My mom and her mom held hands while giving birth to us. Alex came out first. So while Alex was getting cleaned her mom held on to my moms hand harder. Then I came out. Right then they became best friends and so did me and Alex." I smiled. "We hung out together since then."
Shanes eyebrows were crooked. "Okay?"
"Ya." I looked down. "Her mom took me in when my parents died."
"Thats nice." Shane smiled at me. "And Chad?" He added.
"Well. The thing is. My mom died first. She died in a fire accident."
"Whoa."
"Then I lived with my dad at the age of 10."
"Ok."
"My dad adopted Chad."
"Oh.."
"Ya thats my life story." I smiled.
"Thanks for sharing it with me.
"No prob." I smiled. Then we both said bye to eachother. Then he left.
