We brought my suitcases in the house in complete silence. I had so much to say to him. Things full of hate, and love, and confusion. I just didn't know how to say them. I wanted to know what he was thinking, but I was too afraid to ask. Taylor set down the last suitcase on my king size bed, and looked at me.

"Why are you in California." He said it more like a statement, then a question.

"Do you want me to leave?" I asked.

"No, no… that's not what I meant." He explained.

"I'm attending California State in the spring." I said, bitterly.

"Whose house is this?" He asked.

I decided to lose the attitude, because I knew that there was going to be a lot of explaining done between the both of us, and it was better off if I wasn't being a total bitch.

I sat down on the edge of my bed and sighed. "Do you remember my grandparents on my mom's side?" I asked.

"Yeah, didn't your grandpa start the New York Times?" He asked, interested in what I was going to say.

"You remember that?" I asked, with a little glimmer of hope expressed on my face.

"Pierson I remember a lot of things about you. I never forgot them." He said as he sat down next to me.

"Like what?" I asked, as I adjusted my body to look at him.

"I remember why we became friends. Because I made fun of you on the playground for having a boy name. 'Pierson'." He quoted. He chuckled after he said that, and I gave a slight smile.

"I only did it because I thought you were pretty… and when I finally told you that, we became best friends." I waited for him to continue. "I remember my 9th birthday. You made me a picture frame and it had lots of glitter on it. And inside was a picture of me and you when our families took that vacation at Disney world- We were with Mickey Mouse. I still have that, by the way. It's sitting on my night stand." He said.

"You still have that?" I asked, shocked.

"Yeah I still have that! I could never get rid of something my best friend made me." He said, while lightly punching me in the shoulder. "Now, back to my question. Whose house is this?"

"It was my grandparents. When they passed away, they left it for my mom. I didn't even know they had this house until my mom saw the will." I explained. "So now, I'm here. Living in this big house in this big city all alone."

"You're not alone. You have me." He said with a huge smile on his face.

I smiled back, until I remembered I was mad at him. My smile quickly faded, and once mine did he noticed and did the same. I stood up and walked over to a suitcase on the floor and started unpacking, putting clothes into my dresser.

"Pierson, I thought that if I didn't talk to you, the pain would go away." He said, almost as if he was ashamed.

"And did it?" I asked, back to my bitter tone.

"At times. Sometimes I would think about you and feel uneasiness, but I tried to snap out of it." He said.

"Well I guess I just don't understand. You hurt me Taylor. Bad." I spat.

"I know. And I'm so sorry. That's the last thing I would ever want to do to you." He told me.

"The last thing. But it was still on the list." I half- whispered.

Taylor got up and walked over to me. He stopped me from what I was doing, grabbed both of my hands, and held them in his.

"It's going to take a while for you to forgive me, isn't it." He stated, instead of asked. I guess he still did really know me. I simply nodded yes in reply.

Taylor took a big sigh and stepped away, dropping my hands from his.

"I guess I deserve it." He said, looking out the window.

There was a short silence that was starting to make me feel uncomfortable.

"Taylor?" I asked. "Why in the heck did you walk up to me outside? Did you know who I was or…?"

"No, I live next door Pierson. I saw you pull in the drive way, so I thought I would introduce myself. I had no idea it was you." He said.

"Do you wish it wasn't me?" I asked sadly.

"No. Not at all. I want us to be able to start over. Well, not start over, just pick up where we left off." He said.

"You mean where YOU left off." I said with a smile.

He smiled a big white grin at me, and announced "Oh I'm never going to hear the end of this am I!"

"Probably not." I said with a huge smile.

I walked over to him and gave him the biggest hug I'd ever given anyone in my life.