Breaking Boundaries {Hiatus}

Chapter 12

Have you ever wanted to avoid something so much in your life that you mind has physically woken you up repeatedly about it. Like when you have a song stuck in your head; your brain sees it as an unfinished task and wants to finish it, so it puts it on repeat. Well Nick was my unfinished task. And my brain can be my worst enemy at times.

I have been dreading this moment for a long time. I was going back home to Canada in five days and my stomach was in complete knots. I didn't know what to do. All I knew was that I had to talk whatever this was out with Nick. He's my best friend who was a complete jerk to me on Valentine's Day but that doesn't erase years of friendship. At least I hope it didn't.

I didn't know if it would be worse to talk to Nick face to face, Skype, call or text. The coward in me said to just text him. But, I valued our friendship too much to make it worse by accidental miscommunication. I can't face him, at least not yet.

The Facebook phone continues to ring and I'm hoping it just goes to voicemail so I can leave a message. I'm hoping that he sees his caller ID is mad at me and ignores my call. Maybe I can get away with it. With every ring that passes by I get a little more excited. For once the world is on my side.

"Hey," he answers hesitantly after the fifth ring, the ring just before it goes to voicemail, "What's wrong?"

His voice is soothing and I wish it didn't calm me down as much as it did to know that he wasn't ignoring me or angry with me. It surprised me how much I cared.

"We need to talk." My voice is a slightly shaky, I shake my head and muster up all the confidence I hope can be heard in my tone, "About us."

He falteringly laughs, "The phrase every guy dreads."

I chuckle a little and hear him sigh on the other end of the phone.

"I've missed your voice." He pauses then adds, "I've missed you."

"I know. I've missed you too." I don't know how to continue.

"Did you tell him?" I wonder how he always knows what I'm thinking.

"I did."

"Should I be on the lookout for a hit-man or is this where we say goodbye." My heart breaks a little and I feel like I can't breathe.

"Nick," I pause and take another breath.

"No, Lea, I'm sorry. I've put you in this position and it wasn't fair of me to do that. I'm really sorry."

"Then why did you?" A sigh, I can almost picture him running his hands through his hair, flustered.

"I don't know Lea. It was a moment of weakness and I don't cope well with being alone."

"You're never alone! So what's the real reason?"

"Damn Lea! I already told you I don't know! What I do know is that it will never happen again. Ok? I just want to go back to being the way we used to be. I miss my best friend." I want to say something, but I'm tired of fighting.

"Fine. As long as you promise it will never happen again."

"It won't. I swear on my life."

"Please not your life. Something else. There's no need to be over-dramatic."

"Look who's talking." He snorts.

"Lea Martin, at your service." I take a slight bow even though he can't see me.

"You can stop bowing." I start to protest, "Oh please, I've known you too long now. You're so predictable."

"I am not! You're right. Maybe you should watch out for that hit-man after all." I suggest. I give my best evil cackle.