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Logan and Nicole stayed up for hours talking and laughing. Later,Nicole decided to turn in and that night Nicole went to bed with a bright smile plastered on her face.
In the morning,Logan wakes up bight and early. 7:23. He loved the days when he opened his bedroom curtains,the morning sun shines through. It was so pretty. Speaking of pretty,he went to go check on Nicole. Her bedroom door was wide open,and Logan took that as a sign to go in. She wasn't in bed,but Logan saw the bathroom door was closed and he heard a blow drier. He was going to knock on the bathroom door but he knew she wouldn't hear that. He waited on her bed.
Then he got curious.
He opened the desktop drawer to find the square box still in the same place. Should he look? Or would that be bad? Snooping? Invading privacy?
"Just look,Logan." He thought to himself. "It won't hurt if she doesn't see you."
But he couldn't do it. At that moment Nicole came out of the bathroom,hair down and messy. "Well,hello there stranger." She said. Logan chuckled, "Hey there!"
Nicole grabbed her hair up into a ponytail and sat down beside him, "What are you doing up so early?"
"What are you doing taking a shower so early?" Logan retorted.
"Touché,my friend. I just like feeling refreshed in the mornings when I can't go to sleep any longer."
"Hmph. Well,let's go make some breakfast." Logan suggested.
"No." Nicole said.
Logan gave her a stare, "Excuse me,girl?"
"I want you to tell me. Because this all feels so weird." She replied.
Logan sighed, "Look. I know. You feel weird,just as much as I do. But that-"
"No,Logan. It's that..." She pauses, "It's like I've known you for years,and I know everything about you,when in reality all I know is your name. And all that basic info. I'm already staying here for a couple nights,and I need to know what everyone's not saying. It's hard to explain how I feel,exactly."
Logan imedietly felt the sorrow in her voice. She was lost.
And this was all Logan's fault.
"We'll talk about it tonight." Logan said hesitantly.
"Promise?" Nicole said staring at him.
"Promise."
Logan and Nicole were downstairs eating the omelets they made themselves. Turns out,Logan was a better cook than Nicole. And Nicole was always the better cook. Well,two opposites attract...right? Well thats what Logan thought. But Nicole really couldn't afford to think like that right now. Nicole admits that she has feelings for him. But she just can't tell him at this moment. Again,she can't really explain how she feels. She doesn't exactly know why she feels so homely with Logan.
Nicole finishes her breakfast,washes her plate and puts it up. Logan over at the table was playing with his food. He barley ate half of the omelet. "What's up,Loges?" Nicole asks taking her seat at the table.
"Nothing." Logan says getting up and putting his plate by the sink.
The truth is,Logan was scared to death by what he was going to tell Nicole tonight. None the less,how was he going to tell her? And there was no getting out of it. He promised. And he always kept his promises.
Well for Nicole.
"Something is wrong,Logan Mitchell." Nicole says heading over to him. Logan leans against the kitchen counter as Nicole was leaning against the sink counter across from him. "No there isn't." He retorted getting up off the counter and up to his room. "Logan Mitchell!" Nicole exclaimed from the bottom of the stairs as Logan was at the top.
Logan wouldn't budge. Nicole tried to get him to tell her but he wouldn't.
She wasn't going to push anymore. She went to her own room.
What to do? Her sketch pad? Yes. She needed to finish her drawing of her and Logan.
Logan was in his room for hours. He was thinking over everything. How he would tell Nicole without making her hate his guts for the rest of his life...but things could really go either way.
He needed help. But who could possibly help him now?
James.
He's a guy you can trust,right?
"Hellooo."
"Hey,James..." Logan says.
"What's up,dude?" James replies.
Logan pauses a bit, "Dude. I need help."
James chuckles, "Little ol' Logan needs help? Smartest guy in class needs help? That's a little hard to believe."
"Shut up,man." Logan said with a laugh, "But seriously...can we talk? I need someone to talk to."
"Yeah. Of course man. Why don't I meet up with you at the park? Get your mind clear. Well at least help,and try to."
"Thanks...I'll see you there in ten minutes?"
"Cool with me. See you then."
And with that,he hung up. At least he's not alone now.
It was 8:58,and Logan was about to head to the park. He knocks on Nicole's door. "Come in!" She yells from the other side. Logan does so, "Hey,Nicole. I just wanna let you know I'm going to the park. I would invite you to come,but I sorta need to think over some things..."
"Oh. Okay..um,just know that I'm here,too. Okay?" She replies putting her sketch pad and picture away. Logan smiles and leans against the doorway, "Thanks,Nicky. I'll be back later." Logan flashes her another smile and heads to the the stairs. "Wait. Logan!" Nicole says rushing to his side, "You promised."
That hit Logan like a rock to the head. She sounded so sad. "I know I did. I promised." He said grabbing her hand, "Okay...now go. Go think things out."
Logan pulls her into a hug, "I'll always keep my promises for you."
*Logans POV*
"Hey,man." James says sitting by me on the park bench. "Hey." I reply. He looks at me, "You look really depressed." I don't answer. "Tell me." He says squeezing my shoulder for reassurance. "It's about Nicole." I say. He stutters with his words, "Oh...what-what about her?"
I sigh and tell him the story. All from the beginning. Nicole and I best friends from third grade,us being separated from me moving. And then came the horrid part. The part that made me tense up every time I thought about it. "It's not your fault,Loges." James says seriously. "Then why do I feel so guilty?" I ask. He shakes his head, "That's your problem. Because you shouldn't feel guilty. It wasnt ever your fault,neither was it theirs. Or even the other people from the other car. It was an accident. Accidents happen. And for her parents,I'm sorry for her. But some dont always make it,Logan. They don't." I don't answer once again. "Her not knowing this,is going to make her feel so sad. But once you tell her,you can help her remember things like her real family and just don't make her remember anything from the accident. Or just try to. Tell her once and tell her clearly. All of that's in the past. You can't hold onto it forever." He pauses for a bit before saying, "And I know what I'm saying. I've been in a car accident before. And...my dad didn't make it. But I force myself to not cry about it anymore. Your the one that has to stay strong for her. You just have to,Logan. I had to do that for my sister and mother being the new man of the house. And I know that that wreck wasn't anybody's fault. I choose not to blame it on anyone. Things happen for a reason. Even if those reasons are good or bad,they lead up to something. So,don't be blaming anything on yourself. You got me,Logan? I don't want to see you pushing yourself trying to make Nicole's life come back to reality. Because that can't happen. You can just help her overcome everything. Help her sort things out. Be that person she can lean on,because your a good guy,Loges. Dont think any less of yourself."
And that cleared me for safe landing. I knew I had to tell her sooner or later,I knew she would cry. I know that I have to be there for her. But James' words were so,moving. James knew what he was saying,clearly. That made me realize that even if this brings Nicole and I to uneven spots,I have to make things better.
"Thank you so much,James. This means a lot. And I never knew about your dad,I'm sorry." I say quietly.
James shakes his head, "Your welcome. And I barley moved here,how were you supposed to know?"
I nod in response. "Just remember and do what I told you." He tells me.
Things happen for a reason.
They do. They could either bring us together,or drive us farther apart than we already are.
And I don't want that. I want better than that.
I walked home after that talk with James. As I reached the gate to my home,I felt nervous. Nervous that Nicole would never talk to me again. That she would hate me. I didn't want that. I didn't want that at all. I entered the house,into the den. Nicole was in there watching TV. She looks back at me, "Hey,there! I hope you don't mind me watching TV." I shake mt head, "Don't mind at all. What are you watching?" I ask heading to take a seat beside her. "A movie. Bridge to Terrabithia. Always gets to me." Great. A sad movie. I think. But when I think of it,this movie reminds me of a song. A song I listened to when I was stuck,when I was in Minnisota thinking about Nicole. Dying to see her again.
See when I moved,we tried to keep in touch,but we grew apart. But I knew that once I turned 18,I would go after her. Just like her dad told me to do. That's why I barley talked to her that day at Starbucks. Its almost my birthday. I turn 18 two weeks from now. September 14. That's why I had to do make friends with her. I never intented for the tradgedy of a story to be part of this,but you know.
The song's called "Best Friend."
What a coincidence,huh? Well,I like coincidences.
Do you remember when I said I'd always be there,ever since we were ten,baby.
When we were out on the playground,playing pretend. I didn't know it back then.
Now I realize you are the only one. It's never to late to show it.
Grow old together,and feelings we had before.
Back when we were so innocent.
I pray for all your love,girl your love is so unreal.
I just wanna reach and touch you,sqeeze you sombody,pinch me.
This is something like a movie,and I don't know how it ends,girl.
But I fell in love with my best friend.
(I think I'm in love,I think I'm in love,I think I'm in love.)
This song always made my feelings come true. Because they were always true.
"Looooggaaann? Hellloooo?"
"Oh. Sorry...I was,in my own world." I say looking at her. She was so beautiful. "Silly,Logie. Always lost." She joked. "Excuse me?" I scoffed. She just laughs and scoots closer to me. She rests her head on my shoulder,as I draped my arm over her. So contently.
We watched the entire movie. Mom had to go help out a friend for a while,so Nicole and I were by ourselves. It was only 3:47. Time got closer to when I had to face her. Where I had to let her know. "What do you want for lunch?" I ask. "Surprise me." She said with no emotion. "There's none of that. Let me ask again,what do you want for lunch?"
"Whatever you want..." She says not looking at me. "Hey. What's up?" I say tilting my head. "Just worried of what you may say to me tonight." She says looking at me emotionless. "I'm worried,too. Really scared."
"Why you?" She asks. "Because,I don't want you mad at me." I reply.
She smiles a bit, "Then please,please,please,tell me now. Once again,there's no one here,and you can tell me easily. Please."
Should I? She is right,I mean what difference would it make if it were at night?
Screw it.
"Fine." I say getting off the couch,and grabbing her hand. I lead her upstairs to my room. "Sit down.' I say motioning to the bed. She does so,and I'm pacing. Heart racing. "Logan?" Nicole asks softly. I ignore her. I stay still for a couple seconds. Then sit down by her. Just remember what James said. Remember,and do it.
I sigh,and begin looking directly into her eyes, "Okay. I'm just gonna come out and say it...just,listen. And before I say anything else,I have to say,I'm sorry." Her face quickly softens,and becomes serious. I swallow, "We met in Pre-K at our school. You were about to fall when we were at recess when you were running. I was there at the moment,and you fell on me. The next day,I sat down at the red table,and you sat beside me. We shared our crayons,and colored pencils. We ended up drawing a picture of us as stick figures,holding hands. Ever since then we were inseperable. But when we were eight,in third grade,I had to move. I didn't want to,but my mom got transfered from work to Minnisota. You,your parents,and aunt and uncle went with you in your family car following us to the airport to say goodbye. I hated that moment. I promised I would never forget you,and I would always be your best friend." I paused trying to stay strong, "When we had to board,our plane I gave you one more hug,and goodbye. You left. Never stopped thinking about you. Always wishing I was with you,and that I never left." I say letting a tear fall.
"Hey,Logan. Don't cry. Just keep going. No matter how much it hurts us." Nicole told me wiping the tears away.
"I lived there for seventeen years. Then my mom got a new job. The only open spot was here. I told my mom to get it. In hopes I would find you,so I could hold you again. Be with you again. Be best friends again. So we came. Mom didn't mind at all. She always loved it here. We moved here two weeks before I started the school. I found you the very first day. I knew exactly who you were. Never changed a bit. But I could never bring myself to talk to you,actually. Then I got so lucky to be at Starbucks when you were. It all started there." I was so close to breaking down, "Then I told you,you were my best friend. But...the day I went to pick you up from your house to school,your mom,she told me something..." I stopped.
Nicole looked scared,with furrowed eyebrows, "What'd she tell you,Logan?" She asked frantically.
"The day you guys were heading home from the airport...you had a car wreck." I said crying a bit more now. Nicole looked like she was about to cry,herself, "What happened?" She asked.
"Your parents...they were in the front of the car. The other car hit the front of yours. They passed as soon as they collided."
Nicole's eyes widened in fear. She covered her mouth with her hand. "Wha-what?" She said a bit muffled. She took her hand off her mouth, "But my parents are at home right now! My mom and dad are sitting at home watching TV or somthing,right now! Their NOT dead!" She yelled at me.
I couldn't calm myself down, "Your aunt and uncle were in the back with you. Your aunt and uncle and you were the only survivors. The "parents" you have at home right now,are your uncles. Not your real parents. As soon as they could,they called an ambulance and they pronounced your parents passed. You passed out,and didn't wake for a while. As soon as you gained conscieneness,your uncles came in. You called your aunt,mom. And she couldn't bear it. They both went along with it. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. Nicole,I'm,I'm sorry." I said sobbing. Nicole was crying as much as me. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Why? Why now?" She said in between sobs.
"Your "mom" told me to do this. She couldn't tell you herself after so many years. I didn't-"
"She's not my mom...he's not my dad. Everything's a lie. Isn't it?" She said.
"No,Nicole. Don't say that. This is all my fault. All of it,okay? Don't cry anymore. Please. Hate me instead. Tell me you never want to see me,or talk to me again. Storm out of here,and forget me. I'm sorry." I say burrying my head in my hands.
"No. No. I shouldn't be crying. This was in the past. I don't even,wait. Why don't I remember anything?" She asks calming down.
"You had amneisia. You lost your memory." I reply,not looking at me.
"Wow. No. This isn't your fault. None of it is. Okay,Logan? Logan look at me." She said,her voice returning to sweetness.
I look up,and grabs one of my hands. "I'll never forget you. I'll never hate you. It was,and will never be your fault."
"I'm sorry. I never thought-"
"Hey. Stop. Help me remember. And don't say you're sorry. If I don't remeber anything,I have no reason to be sad,or mad." She says staring directly at me.
"Anything you want. I'll help you remember. Anything." I say trying to stop crying.
She wipes my tears away,and gets closer to me, "I always wanted it. I always have. I'm not telling you to stop this time. I'm admitting it. Forget that I want to remember. Help me start a fresh. Start new." I don't say anything.
She says one last thing, "Kiss me." And she leans in,connecting our lips.