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Chapter 26: A good friend

I had been thinking a lot about what Anna had said the day before and it was completely true. I was the bad one that didn't what to talk to Nate because I was mad at him for no reason. I should have apologized and asked him for forgiveness.

I went to his house and found Chloe sitting on the sofa.

"Hello" I said to her smiling.

"Hi Via" she answered me smiling too.

"Was school okay last week?"

"Yes, but I wish you would come in the morning instead of Grace" she told me.

"I'm sorry Chloe, I've been busy. Maybe next week" I hoped that the week following Nate would have forgiven me. "Do you know where Nate is? I have something to ask him".

"I think he's downstairs".

"Okay, thank you".

With each step that I took to the basement I became more nervous. I was worried that he wouldn't forgive me or that he wouldn't even listen to me. Maybe that would break our friendship forever, maybe he wouldn't want to talk to me again. I started biting my lower lip. I couldn't believe I was so worried about someone's forgiveness.

"Hi" I said when I had been next to him.

"Hi" he replayed in a harsh tone.

"I thought maybe we could talk" I told him nervously playing with the hem of my T-shirt.

"You want to talk now? Lets talk then" he said angry.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about what I said to you".

"After avoiding me almost two weeks you come here and that's the best you've got?" he laughs. "I can't believe you thought that with that line you were going to have my forgiveness. You're going to have to do better than that".

After he had told me that he got out of the room. I was defeated, I couldn't believe what he had told me but and the same time I knew I deserved it.

I was sitting there staring blankly at the wall when Harry appeared. He seemed surprised to see me there.

"Oh. Hi Via. I didn't know you were here".

"I arrived a few minutes earlier. I came to talk to Nate".

"I think he was leaving while I was coming here" he said gesturing to the door.

"Yeah, I know".

"So, did you talk to him?" he asked.

"I did".

"I suppose it didn't go well" I shook my head, I knew that if I tried to talk I would start crying.

He sat beside me on the sofa and put and arm behind my shoulders hugging me.

"I'm sorry, I know he was one of your best friends".

"He is" I said on the verge of tears. "I miss him".

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him that I was sorry".

"Why didn't he forgive you?" he asked disbelievingly.

"He said that I had to say something better if I wanted him to forgive me after two weeks without talking to him".

"I'm sorry".

"Don't worry, it's not your problem anyway" he was too sweet sometimes.

"No, I wasn't saying sorry for that. I was saying sorry because I hadn't talked much to you either the past weeks".

"It's okay, it was because you had football practice and everything" I didn't want him to feel bad about it.

"It's not okay, a good friend, or a soon to be more than a friend," he said speaking slowly and in a funny tone. "Does not behave like that. I should have talked more to you and asked earlier".

"Ask what?" I demanded.

"Ask you to go out on a date with me".

"Oh" I said blushing like crazy.

"Is that a yes?"

"Yeah, it is".

"Tomorrow?" he asked hopefully and I nodded.