The Real RPG of Life Series: Memoirs of Friendship [FIN]

Chapter 5: Cookies and Bitter Memories (Natasha)

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-MyScribbledStories

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“I’ll be going now Natie.” Chris said as he wears his shoes at the door step.

“Y-yeah, take care.”

He stands up and opens the front door, but before leaving he looks at me one more time, “Natie, you promised me, okay?”

“Y-yeah I will…” I replied hesitantly. He gives me a smile as he leaves.

“Are you done eating your dinner, Nat?” My mom calls me out from the kitchen.

“I’ll… bring it down in a while.” I went back to my room, taking the tray with me and going back downstairs. After washing my dishes, I went quietly back to my room and laid down my bed. I tried remembering the conversation I had with Chris earlier.

“What’s bothering you Natie?”

“I… I’m…”

“Come on, don’t leave me hanging here.”

“I’m… moving…”

“By moving, do you mean moving to another house or…” I kept silent and nod down my head. He seemed to understand what I meant by the gesture I made and asked another question.

“Moving? W-where?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“W-when will you move?”

“By the start of the next semester, around mid-July.”

“I see… did you tell them already?”

“I… I can’t.”

“Why? They should know—“

“Why should they know? Will letting them know make me going away disappear? No. It’ll just make things worse.”

“It’s even worse not telling them a thing! They’re your friends too, Natie!” Chris raised his tone.

“But I don’t need friends!” I just realized I did as well, though it was not my intention, “I just… don’t want them to feel sad or anything…”

“Then tell them. They’ll understand. They’re worried about you Natie for a whole week now.”

“I can’t… I really can’t.”

“You can. Just trust me on this one, Natie.”

“N-no, let’s forget about this—“

“Look if you want someone to come along with you, then I’m here. Just please let them know.”

“C-Chris…”

“Hey, you’re not going to lose your friends because of your shyness. I won’t allow that.”

“Why do you care so much about me?”

“B-because...”

“Hmm?”

“Let’s… make a deal.”