We Can't Break Up Now (Or Can We?)

Friends

 A few minutes later, he got to Mia's house and knocked on the door, noticing the song Friends by Tyler Braden was playing on repeat. She walked over to the door and answered. "What?" "Before you slam the door in my face, can we talk," he said. "I guess so," she gestured to the living room, she walked into the kitchen, stopped playing the music, and walked back to the living room. "So what did you want," she said. "I want to talk." "About?" "What happened earlier was my fault and I shouldn't have said that with you right there." "Yeah, you're right, you shouldn't have. You should probably go." "Can we just talk about this?" "Ok fine, you said what you said, I said what I said and I shouldn't have. There, we talked about it." "That's not what I mean." "Then what do you mean?" "I mean actually talk about it." Mia rolled her eyes, knowing Tommy was right. "Whatever, fine." "I'm sorry. What happened earlier was my fault and I shouldn't have said that with you there. I didn't think about it because of what you said at the New Year's party a year ago, but I should've considered your feelings before I spoke. You know I have trouble with that sometimes." Mia nodded, "I accept your apology and I forgive you. I know you never meant to hurt me. I'm sorry for what I said, too. I shouldn't have said that especially now." Tommy breathed a sigh of relief and felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. He stood up from the couch and walked over to Mia, hugging her tightly. She hugged him back, and he whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry." Mia smiled and hugged him even tighter, "Thank you so much. I forgive you." Later that evening, when Tommy was leaving, Mia called out to him, "Friends?" "Best friends," he called from his truck. "Always," she waved.