"What…what are you….what do mean? How…because of what you are? I'm confused?"
I was currently pacing around her room, trying to understand what she was saying.
"Mikayla, I, I don't know if I can tell you. I…." Walking over to the bed I sat down on her bed, taking her hand in mine. I tried really hard to block out the sparks I was feeling.
"Mitch, we're best friends. Now, tell me. Its ok."
I'm begging her now. And soon, she'll be pissed at me. I know she will. She opens her mouth to speak, I'm not sure if to tell me she'd tell me later or to tell me, and a completely different sound comes out of her mouth.
"Mitchie! Get down here!! NOW!" That's not her voice?
It wasn't an angry call, just a loud one. I guess her mom's back. Had it been that long?
"Mitch, I--" she cut me off.
"No. My mom's mad. I need to go. We'll talk later. Please. Please, just leave."
She got up and held the door open for me. Wow. That was low, even for her.
"I jus- we'll talk later okay?" Judging by the pout I made, she got the right idea, "I…I will tell you. Just not right now. Okay? Please call me? Later? I'll comeover, if that's alright…..?"
She trails off, leaving the open invite for me to close or accept.
"Sure. I love you. Bye." She closes her front door in my face, without even a word in response. Ouch.
3 hours later, I'm sitting in my truck, best friend sitting next to me. She acts as if nothing is wrong. Cleary something is wrong. Or am I freaking out? I mean, just a while ago, she's avoiding talking to me. And now, she's just staring out of the window.
"so…..?" I had just picked her up. This is the first thing we've said to each other.
"How've you been? I feel like we haven't….u know, hung out…for a while?" I asked, more than stated.
"I know."
Wow. That makes me feel so much better. Gee Mitch.
"Mikayla?"
"Yeah" why is this conversation so…tense. Its like I never know what to say around her. A few months ago, I could do so much more with her. I was braver, and things were so much simpler. Stupid heart, why'd u have to fall in love. And with Mitchie! Stupid heart!
"Where are we going?" She giggles a little, and I smile.
"We, we are going, to….I honestly don't know!" I'm smiling now. The only reason is because she's smiling.
"So what, are we, just driving?"
"Yes. We're going…wherever the road takes us."
"Do you do that a lot?"
"Yeah," I think I just inspired a song. From the looks of it, I did.
She's rummaging thru the little glove compartment and victoriously pulls out a pen and a paper.
"Did I just inspire a song?"
"Yes. Yes you did, oh poetic one." She jots down the lyrics, her only light source; the street lights we pass.
"So, tell me. Why? Why do you just drive?"
"It, relaxes me. You know? Just a break, from, everything."
She smiles a little. It breaks my heart to watch how that far away look comes back into her eyes.
"What's wrong? Did I say something…..?"
She turns and looks out the window again, previous conversation long forgot.
"Mikayla, if I tell you something, would you promise to listen?
"Of course. These ears are trained to listen to you." She turns back around and faces me.
"I don't know what to do"
"It's really easy actually. When you want to talk, u move your lips, and sound comes out? Wow, that was horrible. Guess I'm not so poetic after all."
"Never mind"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Was that a total buzz kill? Just tell me. You know I'll listen."
"Its, its complicated. Maybe some other time."
Without another word, I pull the car over. I've reached a little house by the beach. She hadn't even noticed where we were really going.
She looks out side, due to the sudden stop of the car, and gasps.
"No way!"
"Yes way!"
"NO way!!!"
"Are we really gonna play this game?"
She laughs before rushing out of the car. "C'mon, Kayla! Lets go! Lets GO!!"
I park the car better and rush to catch up with her.
She's inside; the lights are already on, her shoes are already off and the house already feels more like a home.
"I haven't been here in so long! I almost forgot about it! This is amazing! Even better than I remembered!" She's looking trough all the pictures I've plastered all over the walls. "Its amazing! How did you do this?" The excitement is clear in her voice, and I feel so happy.
"You know, tape, scissors, and one very tired printer. It took a while, but, I'm glad I did it."
She tackles me in a hug and we fall back onto the couch. "ooff. Warning next time, Mitch?"
"How often?"
She doesn't have to tell me what she means, I already know.
"Every Friday. It used to be our day, remember?"
"How could I forget. Those were the best days."
"I wish it could be like that again. Just the two of us, in our own world."
"I wanna get back to the old days."
"When the phone would ring?"
"And I knew it was you!!!"
We start laughing and I lay back on the couch. I close my eyes, picturing the days when it was just the two of us. When we had not a care in the world. When we were 15. Not 18.
"Hey Kayla?"
I sit up and then open my eyes. Bad choice.
"MITHCIE!!!" My face is covered in the silly string, which was left in the draw from however long ago.
"That's not funny!"
"I think it is!" I can't stop the smile from taking residence on my face at hearing her laugh.
"Oh yeah? Well this will be hilarious!"
I grab the whip crème out of the drawer, and point it at her face. NO! Its empty!!
I sigh defeated, and pout over dramatically.
"Mitch! Its empty!!"
"Your right! That was hilarious!"
"Your gonna get it."
"Bring it, Gomez."
"You can't handle this, Torres."
I tackle her, but she's quicker and now she's straddling me. How it happened, I will never know.
The mood switches. Again. Now its peaceful, with a hiding sense of fear,
"Mitch?"
"Mmmm, Kayla?"
"Will you tell me now?"
Her eyebrows crinkle up. I guess she completely forgot, about everything.
"You said, "Maybe some other time." Either my watch is lying, or it's a later time."
"Dork."
"C'mon, popcorn. Just tell me."
It takes a little more than 3 minutes for her to speak again. When she does I'm at a lost for words.
"I'm scared, Kayla. Everything has changed. You know I hate change."
"I know." I would save the president joke till later.
"I just…I don't want….I don't want this to end badly. But, I want things to be how they were."
"Is that what you really want? Because, believe it or not, so do I. I wish. I wish……that I knew what to do. And if you know what I should do….please tell me."
I'm desperate now and she can tell. She could always read me the best.
"Mikayla, Kiss me."
Well there it is. I'm sorry 'bout not updating. My charger miraculously disappeared(my brother stole it) and I got it back on Thursday. So I was stuck using my bff's computer, which didn't have an all too great internet connection.
Thanks for sticking with me. And as an added bonus, another chapter is already written. Go check it out!
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