What Is Love?

What Is Love?:Chapter Two

"Your dad is such a dick, man. Don't believe a word he says." Chris says while pulling me into a hug. 

See, I can tell Chris anything. He's my best friend. We've known each other since third grade, he's been there for me ever since. He knows me better than anyone else. He knows everything I've been through. I love him so much, he's always there for me.

"I hate him so much...I just wish I could get out of that house. I just don't want to leave my mom there alone with that physco, y'know?" Tears start to fill my eyes just a t the thought of leaving her alone with him, I quickly blink them away. 

Chris looks up at me with so many different emotions filling his eyes-- hate, pity, and misery. "Mitch, I hate seeing you go through this. I know you love your mom, but if you really loved her, you'd report your dad to the police. You both deserve better and he needs to get what he deserves, too." 

"I can't report my dad to the police. My mom still love him no matter how much he puts her through... I don't want to do that to her. She would be devastated..." More tears build up in my eyes and they begin to sting. "As much as I love my mom, she's so stupid."

"Sorry, Mitch. But you're welcome to stay here as long as you need. We just have to make something up fo rmy parents to let you stay..." he lets out a deep breath. " We can't tell them the truth, they'll freak out and call the police." He mumbled something under his breath but I didn't catch a word of it. 

"Can I borrow something to sleep in? I just really want to get comfy." I ask. Chris nodded and got up to go retrieve something for me to change into.

I sat on his bed as he rustled around in his drawers. I studied different things around his room, I felt like I hadn't been here for a while, it looked so different. His blue wall was now covered in physedelic art, really cool,colorful stuff actually. I never realized how much I really missed going to my best friend's house. I remember when we were kids, we'd always play with his toys because I didn't have any. We would sit on his floor and drive cars and such. Man, I miss those times...

I'm caught off guard when Chris tosses me soe basketball shorts and one of his t shirts. "Here ya go." He says with a smile plastered on his face.He turns around and starts for the door, "I'll go find a movie for us to watch while you get comfy, kay?" I nod and slip into the clothes he handed me.

We ended up waching Ferris Bueller's Day Off since it's his favorite movie. I'm not really into the movie, so I just sat with Chris and enjoyed his presence. 

That's another thing that I loved about being with him. Even if I'm not into whatever we're doing, I'm okay with doing it because it's with him. We could be sitting in complete silence and I'd enjoy just that because he's there with me. It's as if his presence comforts me, it makes me feel okay. 

I broke the silence when I asked where his parents were."They're out in the city for a few days. They decided to extend their little annual anniversary visit." He says with a laugh. 

" Oh really? Why didn't you tell me?" I reply practically yelling at him, "We could've spent the whole time together!" I force a smile so I don't seem too serious.

He looked surprised, as if he didn't expect me to say that. His eyes are wide when he says, "I didn't want to be a pest. We hadn't talked in a few days so I didn't think you wanted to be bothered." 

"Oh, shit. Sorry you felt that way, I didn't even know. But I'm never bothered with you, you're my best friend." Another smile appears on my lips, a lot bigger this time. He looks back at me and smiles ear to ear right along with me.

Christopher's P.O.V.

Looking into her eyes gave me a great feeling, like everything was going to be okay. When she smiles, I can't help but be happy. Especially since she's always so sad, it makes it even better. She deserves to smile, she really does. She's such a great person, and I'm glad that she's my best friend. Hopefully one day she'll be more than that.