Pen Pals (EDITING,, READ DESCRIPTION)

Chapter 11

Tony's pov

Jaime was still staying at my house, and it wasn't all that bad having him there in all honesty.

He had noticed my depression and had gotten me out of the house more. He was also making sure I ate enough to seeing as I had dropped a lot of weight. He had actually weighed me 2 times since he had been here and he says my weight is getting back to normal, slowly but surely. I think he thinks I don't realise what he's doing, getting me back into good shape and whatnot, but I do realise, and I appreciate it very much at heart, but it's hard to say it when my mind just tells me no.

I was still unhappy and Jaime knew, he also knew there wasn't much he could do but make sure I took my meds and hope that they worked. Which they weren't. He was just trying to lift my spirits in general, but it wasn't working how it usually did.

Usually Jaimes jokes and makes remarks that make everyone laugh. He's the funny one and he can put a smile on anyone's face and any time. But that wasn't happening for me, and soon enough I was just out of it. But he didn't stop trying, and that is what makes him my best friend, he keeps on going even when he knows it's going to take more then him and some pills to make me happy. He tries to distract me at least, from what's going on in my head and whatnot, and I think that may be working. Maybe.

When I went and got the letter, this Thursday morning, Jaime was practically walking on my heels to see what she had said. Just like a child in a candy store.

We both got in the car, ready to go to a small cafe for lunch seeing as I had mostly been in the house this whole week. Except for shopping and being forced to go out for short periods of time. Other than that I was in the car.

Jaime drove because I didn't know the way and soon enough we where there.

We sat at the back on some comfy chairs and got 2 sandwiches each and some crisps for Jaime mostly, but for me to be force fed to make sure I didn't loose anymore weight. I personally thought it was stupid and that I was being treated like a kid. But then I realise that he is my best friend and he just cares, also that I would do the same to him if he ever got himself into a pickle like this.

"Tony read the letter, come on! I wanna see what's inside it!" Jaime whined. I finished my mouthful of food and started to open the envelope. Soon enough to I had the letter in my hand, with a small picture of what I'm guessing is her on the table, and I started reading.

It read:

To Tony,

Tell Jaime I said hi, I don't mind if you tell him some stuff about me to be honest, I'll put a picture of me in the envelope but I want to get a picture of you and the band!

I do have Layla as a friend, she's great, but I only get to see her Tuesday, Friday and sometimes (rarely) the weekends.

School is just terrible, I'm not going to go into detail but people just point and stare. I can hear what they're saying and it's horrible. It makes me begin to hate myself even though I'm a normal weight, and I don't think I look too weird, I hope. I don't wear particularly 'nice' clothes or expensive ones but I can't afford them. I hate it so much, I just hate it! I wish I had someone to talk to that would calm me down when I wake up crying or tell me it would be okay. But I know it'll never happen.

I probably won't rant much but if I do then sorry...

I'm still very confident about being in a band, I'm willing to work hard and I think about what it could be like everyday. I just think it's amazing to save people's life's just by doing what you love the most. Even though it'll probably never happen, I can still hope and try.