Author's note: ): I'm home sick from school. So all day I've been on Tumbr or Facebook, but now I've decided to update this. I hope you guys like the character Vitaliy. I tried to make me a lot like my friend, but as I said, me and Vitaliy aren't close. Thanks for the reviews. I love them all (:

Another reason to take stock of all the things you have left behind

I sat in front of The Dot, holding a coffee in my cold hands trying to warm them. It was cloudy out, but not yet raining. I checked my phone. 3:40. Just like V to be late. I smirked, thinking about it. Vitaliy was my best friend way back when, but after the funeral…seeing him cry, hearing his pain. I knew he would never forgive me for killing his sister.

So I was more than surprised when he asked to meet me at The Dot. Especially, since he moved away and it was a pretty long drive to The Dot.

A blue Jeep Rangler pulled next to the side walk and a tall, dirty-blonde man stood up. He looked up at the sign that said "The Dot" and smiled.

When he gaze dropped to me, sitting on the bench below the sign, he closed his door and walked forward to greet me.

I pulled my hand away from my coffee and shook his. "Vitaliy, it's good to see you,"

"You, too, man. C'mon, let's get inside before it starts to rain,"

I followed him into The Dot and we took a seat by the window. I saw him admire Morty blocking the alley way that led to Above The Dot.

"You still drive that thing?" he asked.

"I couldn't let that beauty go," I smiled.

"True. True. It is a nice hearse. Never been used either when Julia bought it for you,"

I nodded. "Yeah,"

"Is it still hard for you to talk about her?"

"A little," I admitted.

"Yeah, me too,"

I looked away awkwardly, not sure what to say next.

Vitaliy cleared his throat. "So…not to sound like a girl or anything, but why didn't you call after the funeral. I haven't seen you since. Not even to say goodbye when you moved here,"

I looked down at the coffee between my hands, refusing to meet his gaze. "I killed your sister, V. How do you expect me show my face around you or your family? You don't have to forgive me,"

"Forgive you for what?" he asked, laughing. "Eli, look at me,"

I shifted my gaze up to meet his.

"You did not kill Julia. A car did. A drunk driver did. Not you,"

"But we fought before that. I told her to leave. To stay away from me. That I didn't want her. Then as she was leaving - got hit by a car," I couldn't help but let a few tears escape the corners of my eyes. Thinking about the fight that caused Julia's death was a bad thing for me to remember. I wiped the tears away that had fallen.

"Eli," he chuckled once. "So you guys fought. You act like it was the fist time. And you act like it was the first time you told each other to get away. That you never wanted to see each other again. You guys fought all the time,"

"But this one caused her death!" I hissed.

"No, it didn't. Look, Eli, I know you don't believe or whatever, but God decided her time was over and he took her. No one else could have stopped that. God wanted her gone that night, so she was. It doesn't matter what was done, because she would have died that night anyway,"

I bit my lip and looked away. That's bullshit. I caused her death, not some imaginary being.

"I'm so sorry, man," I whispered, looking back at him.

"Eli, no one blames you but yourself,"

I nodded. "Okay. Alright. Well, thanks for coming to see me. I guess I have missed you as a friend,"

"Yeah, me too. But now you have to tell me about your new school. What's it called. Degrassi? How's that? Cute girls? Cool guys?"

I smirked and looked down at my coffee again.

"There's that face!" he laughed. "Okay, who is she? Blonde? Brunette? Tall? Color eyes? Braces?"

"What makes you think there's a girl?"

"Because I know you well enough to see that look of you in love. So unless, you're gay…I'm guessing it's a girl,"

I laughed. "Her name is Clare. She has auburn-ish hair, curvy in the sexy way, bright blue eyes, and a laugh that makes me feel like I'm floating,"

He laughed. "Oh my god,"

"What? You think it's too soon that I moved on?"

"No. I'm just laughing because you're in love. I'm happy for you. My sister shouldn't hold you back,"

"Clare helps me with that. Cleaning out my room," I said, forgetting he didn't know.

"She helps you clean your room?"

"Right, you don't know. Um, I kinda have a problem with throwing things away. I guess you could call it hoarding," I laughed, sheepishly.

"Hoarding? And you do this, why?"

"All those things in my room…they remind me of Julia,"

"Eli,"

"I'm getting better, though. That's what Clare tells me. I can throw things away now without a scene,"

He laughed. "That's good,"

"That's actually how Clare found out about you. She found a picture of me, you and Julia and demanded that I call you and rebuild our friendship,"

"I'd like that. I know I don't live that close anymore, but we can still be friends. How about this weekend, we have a guys night. I'll invite this guy from Wasaga and you can bring one of your friends. You do have friends, right?"

I glared, jokingly. "Yes. I'll bring it. Meet here at six?"

"Sure. Call you later,"

"Bye, man,"

We fist-bumped and he got up and left. I smirked to myself. My past and my present were colliding and for once it wasn't turning out badly. Adam and I would go to the movies with Vitaliy and his friend and maybe even build some new friendships. And now, because I was rebuilding a friendship with V, I could let go of Julia further. Vitaliy was kind of like my branch to her. I felt ten times better,"

I threw my coffee away and got in Morty, pulling out my cell phone. I sent Adam a text about Friday and he said sure.

I drove back home, actually feeling happy for once.

Author's note: yay! A happy ending to a chapter for once. There will be a little more drama in the next chapter. Not necessarily about Julia, but with Vitaliy, Vitaliy's friend and Adam. :O No reviews=no updates, so…