Finding Yourself

Chapter Two

"Thanks," I tell Micah as we sit on my floor. I am leaning into him and he is holding me. It's a good feeling, the peace and comfort of it all.

"You're welcome. You are my best friend, London, I love and care for you," he says, sounding all sincere.

I believe him, but I still don't really understand. Why would I be his best friend? There really isn't anything that great about me. I'm not really helpful. If anything, I'm a burden.

"Why did you choose to come to me this time?" I ask him.

He doesn't speak for a while. By his face it seems that he is trying to collect his thoughts. "I'm not sure, I just had this feeling that I should come to you, it was more like an impulse, it came out of nowhere. I just knew I had to see you, I had to have you in my arms."

Awww that's so sweet, I love that, it makes me feel better, makes me believe him even more. There is barely a doubt anymore that he isn't genuine. I truly believe now that he genuinely cares, that it's not some lie, or just pity.

I turn onto my side, hug him, and lay my head on his shoulder. I'm so comfortable. I feel at home.

We stay like this for a long time. Me hugging him with my head on his shoulder, and him holding me. I feel like I can stay this way forever. But sadly, I can't.

"London, sweetie," I hear my mother's voice. I open my eyes and realize I am on my bed. I must of fallen asleep and Micah put me up here. "Hi there. Did you sleep well."

"I slept okay, not the greatest," which is true, I wasn't very rested, I'm still tired a little bit, but I feel a little bit better. "Where is Micah," I ask, after I look around the room and notice he isn't in here.

"I told him to go home and let you rest. He wasn't that excited to leave you, but he didn't argue. He's a good kid, I'm happy he is your friend," mom says.

I am too. I am too.

"I'm making some BBQ chicken, if you would like to come get some in a few minutes," she says.

I nod, not really wanting to speak.

When mom leaves my room, I text Micah.

Me- How long was I asleep?
Micah- About 3 hours.
Me- When did you leave?
Micah- Roughly 45 minutes ago.
Me- Oh. Okay.

I miss him. I miss him already. And not only do I miss him, but I crave his presence. I long to feel his arms around me, to be wrapped up in him. I've never felt anything like this before.

What is this? What's happening to me?

Mom calls my name from down the hall, so I get up and go to the kitchen, leaving my phone behind, but taking my feelings with me.