A/N: Enjoy!

Chapter 20

Chris sat in his room at his desk. He sat remembering his times in high school, he sighed resting his head down in his arms. The days that had passed had given him time. He closed his eyes his heart began to race when an image of Mike appeared in his mind.

"Mike…"Chris frowned. He missed him. He wanted to be embraced by Mike. The more he thought of him the more his heart ached. He reached up clenching his shirt in his hand. He opened his eyes as a tear trickled down his face. He sat up pulling his glasses off wiping the tear away. Chris stood up grabbing his cell. Chris stood staring at his cell in his hand. The screen displayed Mike's number. Chris curled his lips in nervous. His heart was racing as he pressed the button he held his phone to his ear listening to the dial tone.

"The number you have dialed is not in service-" Chris pulled his phone away from his ear looking at his cell confused. He dialed again and got the same answer. Chris frowned ending the call once more he pressed his brows together determined to talk to Mike. Chris grabbed his coat leaving his house.

Chris stood outside of Mike's door knocking. He waited a few minutes when there was no answer he began to get impatient and began pounding on the door hard.

"MIKE!" Chris yelled.

"It's me! I need to talk to you! Please open the door!" Chris pleaded resting his hand on the door.

"The hell is all the noise for!?" The old man yelled opening his door from across where Chris stood. Chris jumped turning around to see the upset neighbor.

"S-sorry sir, my friend he lives here." Chris explained pointing at the door behind him.

"You can keep hitting that door all you like but you won't get an answer." The old man informed.

"Huh?" Chris asked.

"That boy moved out."

"What?"

"Yeah said he got accepted or something like that, left to the bus station." The old man informed Chris stood wide eye to hear the news of Mike's sudden move.

"H-how long ago!?" Chris asked.

"Hmm about 15 minutes ago." He replied.

"I have to go! Thank you!" Chris replied as he left.

Mike stood at the bus station with a backpack and duffle bag in hand. He sighed as he took a seat on the bench waiting for the bus to arrive, he pulled his new cellphone out playing on it. His lip twitched as he scrolled through his contact detail till he came to a stop to Chris's name. He had changed his number but he still had his contact details. He could call him. One last time just to hear his stupid voice. Mike shook his head slipping his phone into his coat pocket. No he had done enough to him. Chris never wanted him, he didn't even remember Mike's confession in high school. Mike should have stayed away let them be. They were happy. Mike leaned back resting tilting his head back.

Chris panted as he rode his bike down the busy street peddling as fast as he could. His heart was racing not only because of his exercise but of fear as well.

"Mike!" Chris panted scared he wouldn't make it to the bus station in time. Chris was so focused on peddling and thinking of Mike he didn't see the car coming from the side. The horn honked loud the crowd gasped. Chris looked over to see the yellow taxi coming at him. Crash! Chris sat on the ground wide eye processing the fact he was almost hit. The car stopped in time.

"What the fuck kid?!" the driver yelled parking his car stepping out. Chris snapped back to reality looking up at him.

"S-sorry…"

"You guys saw that right?! This kid fucking jumped in front of my car!" The driver defended. Chris looked down to see his bike was under the car's wheel.

"Shit!" Chris cursed as he quickly stood up only to flinch to see his knee was bleeding.

"No…" Chris gritted his teeth enduring the pain in his leg as he took off running.

"Don't go! Please!" Chris thought to himself.

"Hey! Hey! Where you going punk!?" The driver yelled.

Mike walked up the stairs on the bus he smiled at the driver who ignore his kind gesture. Mike walked down the narrow walk way he took a seat. He sat looking out the window taking in the view. His heart clenched. Was this the right thing to do?

Chris panted dripping with sweat. He had finally made it to the station only to see it driving away already. Chris stood feeling his heart shattered as the bus drove off. Chris stood froze helpless.

"M-Mike…?" Chris called out the knot in his throat that had formed on the trip to the station finally snapped. The tears quickly rushed down his cheeks he gritted his teeth as he lowered his head removing his glasses as he held his arm to his face sobbing.

"Chris…?" The voice called.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! And again THANK YOU all for the reviews they mean a lot to me. I agree it is always good to aim high in school! Even though it costs you your social life :p College will do that. x_x