//Aww Mikey in his element\\
It was Saturday and I was walking to Mitch's house, to help him with guitar. I was also going to hang out with Lane afterwards. I had been hanging out a lot with him lately. We had gone to the bay and then the day after that we had went to get milkshakes after school. He had also started picking me up and dropping me off, after school.
I was starting to feel closer with him, but he wasn't replacing Mitch at all. I was determined for that to not happen. No matter what, Mitch was still my best friend, and nothing was going to change that.
I walked up to the door and checked to see if it was unlocked, it was so I just went in. They were like my second family, so I never really had to knock.
"Anyone home?!" I yelled when I walked in the door.
Mitch appeared from the kitchen, eating a piece of pizza. He waved at me when he saw me and I just laughed at him. For the first time in a while, he looked like the real Mitch.
"Hungry?" I asked.
"Yep, always."
I laughed at him, again and then went into the kitchen to see if there was any left. I walked over to the table and looked inside the pizza box. There was once piece left and I grabbed it, then went into the living room and sat down on the couch next to Mitch.
"Want to watch anything in particular?" He asked as he flipped through the channels.
"Nah, nothing is on that I want to see right now, anyway."
"Okay, well we can start on the lesson now, if you want." He said.
"Fine with me."
He ran upstairs and grabbed his guitar and within a few seconds, I heard him running back down the stairs and into the living room, guitar in hand. He sat down beside me on the couch.
"Have you been practicing?" I asked.
"Well, I try to everyday. But I just like figuring out songs on my own, like I really hate reading music. It's hard."
This was the Mitch I knew. He used to say the same thing.
"Well, that's how it was before the accident, so I'm honestly not surprised." I said.
"Really? Does that mean I'm getting better?"
I shook my head.
"I have no idea. I wish that's what it meant, but the doctor said you might not ever remember."
He dropped his head and disappointment covered his face. And I realized something.
He was just as upset as I was, if not more. He had lost everything he knew about himself, and I couldn't imagine that. I think I would be crushed, but he was facing it head on and being amazing about the whole thing. While I was feeling sorry for myself about it. I was so selfish. He was hurting just as much as I was.
"Hey," I said.
He looked up and at me.
"It's going to be okay. You're going to back to your old self in no time."
"No, I won't be. Things will never be the same. I'll never be who I was before."
"That may be true, but you are who you are and there is no changing that. I'll still be by your side, I'll still be your best friend."
He cracked a smile and then shook his head.
"What?" I asked.
"You." He said.
"What do you mean?"
"You, you're amazing. What did I do to get a friend like you?"
"Well, I have no idea, but you must have done something right."
We both laughed at my sarcasm and then we got back into the lesson. Once we were done, I headed home. As I got closer, I noticed a car sitting outside my house and a boy leaning against it. Then I realized what I had done.
The boy was Lane and we were supposed to hang out this afternoon, I had gotten so sidetracked by talking to Mitch that I had forgotten all about it. He was probably going to be ticked at me. So, as i got closer, I tried to think of an excuse, but by the time I got to him, I had nothing. The truth is always the best way to go, even if it isn't always what you want to say.
"Glad to see you finally decided to show up." He said.
"Lane, I'm so sorry. I know we were supposed to hang out, but I was with Mitch and I lost track of time."
He looked down and then back up. He was mad at me, I could tell. But I wasn't even sorry. I was spending time with my best friend, so sue me.
"Yeah I get it. I understand. It's okay." He said.
"No, it's not. Don't go away mad."
"I'm not mad, really. I know it's been hard for you, with him and you needed to spend some time with him, but you could've at least let me know."
"I'm sorry, I let the time get away from me."
"It's fine. I'll see you later."
He got in his car and drove off. I went inside and straight up to my room. I laid down on the bed and just stared up at the ceiling. Why did boys have to be so stupid? And they call us dramatic? The reason we are is because we have to deal with them everyday.
I heard footsteps and I knew who it was before they even opened the door. There was a knock and said "come in." The door opened and in walked Mom. She came over and sat beside me on the bed.
"I heard you come running up here and I knew something was wrong." She said.
I sat up beside her and she put arm around me. I hadn't even noticed I had been crying, until a tear rolled down my cheek. Guess it was beginning to become a part of my everyday life. I wiped the tear away with my jacket sleeve.
"Oh Mom, it's such a mess."
"What is?" She asked.
"Everything. My whole life. Lane hates me now and Mitch is worried he won't ever remember anything. It's a mess."
"Oh honey."
She pulled me close and I laid my head on her shoulder.
"I know it seems like a mess, but it will get better, you just have to trust that it will. I know it doesn't seem like it, but have faith. Everything will work out."
"You sound like me earlier today with Mitch."
"Well then," She said. "Sounds like you need to take your own advice."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Now, smile and move on. Tomorrow is a new day and you've got this."
She kissed my forehead and then got up to leave.
"Mom," I said and she turned around.
"Thanks."
"Of course.'
She smiled and then walked out of the room. I hoped I had this. It felt like it was just all going out of control. It could only get better from here, right?
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Well this is turning into a soap opera. Oh well, I'm trying not to make Lane into a total jerkface, but we'll see how that one goes. Please vote and comment! Love ya😘
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