[Nick's POV]
The careless wind blew my freshly cut hair, as my eyelids slowly closed and admired the summer tide. I knew that I was returning as a whole different person, Hollywood made me tougher, stronger. I had faced the real world, and now I'm back. As the car finally halts to a stop next to my childhood home, I look around, my lips slightly parted and I notice my mum at the porch.
My mouth slowly stretches and I smile at her. It's been so long.
"Thanks, Carter." I say to my driver, and jump down the car, holding a few of my bags. I breathe in the liberating environment, and admit to myself that it's good to be back.
"Nick! Oh my lovely boy." She says with excitement, but her weak body shows otherwise.
"Mum!" I forward her into a warm embrace, and she sighs in my shoulder like she's needed this for a long time.
"My little celebrity." She says, and I smile down to her. I inherited my tall height from my dad, I'm about 6 foot 1, and my mum seems to be 5 foot 6.
"How's Eric?" She asks, her smile not meeting her eyes.
"Dad's fine, he decided to stay in New York with my Manager. Even though I'm taking a break for the summer, they never do." I chuckle, and she motions me to follow her inside.
Carter brings the rest of my stuff inside our creamy, 2 story house and I tell him that I'll be fine. He nods, and puts his black sunglasses over his eyes and drives off.
The house looks exactly the same. On the right is the now worn out kitchen, with a black and white tile but she seems to have kept it very clean. She's placed a table in front of the kitchen counters with four industrial, wooden chairs, and a dark red rug underneath spreading until the legs of the chairs. On the left is the same as I remember. The velvet, beige couch is sitting against the wall, with a light, fluffy rug underneath, reaching until the wooden, rusty coffee table and a large TV attached on the wall, the couch is facing. Over the comfortable couch, are pictures.
Pictures, that make my eyes go wide and I rush towards them, to have a better look.
"It's been so long, you probably don't even remember her." My mum notices immediately and she moves towards the kitchen to prepare some lunch she has ready on the stove.
I notice that the picture in the middle is of me, and my childhood friend Freya. How could I forget her? She was everything to me. But a lot has changed now, and a lot was different when I left.
Her eyes seem as shiny as ever, her perfect, white-teethed smile spreading across her rosy cheeks, her blushing lips giving away her joy. We are sitting on "Slushies", silver tables as our faces are covered with milkshake. I remember that day rather well.
"Alright Nick," My mum says looking at me, and then at Freya, "Freya, you be good okay? Me and Emily will be sitting on the table right next to you guys." She gives us a small smile, and goes ahead on the next table to sit and order with Freya's Mum. We both nod, and excitedly sit on the silver table with chairs facing each other. Freya sits on the one opposite me and we decide on our order.
"Hmmm," She says happily and eyes me, "What are you getting my love?" She laughs, and continues the act we always had of us being a couple.
"I will probably just have fries, don't want to get too fat, beautiful." I wink, but she wiggles her nose in thought and says,
"And a Milkshake." She suggests. I smile and nod, as the waiter comes with a wide smile and we order.
But of course, childish us, ended up throwing some of the milkshake on each other's faces. My mum was furious but Freya's mum still went ahead for the picture.
A wide smile forms on my face. God I miss her. I wonder how she's turned out.
"Come on honey, stop drooling over her and get over here."
"I'm not drooling over her Mum." I answer, and roll my eyes as I approach the kitchen counter.
"Well, you will be when you see her." She winks, and my eyebrows shoot up.
"What do you mean?" I ask, and roll up my sleeves, showing my the tattooed rings around my left upper arm.
"She's all grown up now, and so are you. She's really become gorgeous, and you've turned into a handsome young man. How about you catch up?" She suggests and applies some Lasagna on my plate.
"I don't know... I don't think she'll want to talk to me." My gaze drops on the counter and I refuse to meet her eyes.
"Well, why not?" She asks in confusion, and pushes my plate towards me as I sit on the stool.
"We haven't talked after all these years. When she tried calling me, twice the day after I left, I never called back. I mean I meant to, but I don't know." I answer, and her eyebrows furrow together, even more confused.
"Why didn't you?" She sits down on a stool next to me and brushes her long hair away from her face. She seems very weak and tired, but I refuse to bring that up.
"I - I couldn't do it. I couldn't remember her, I went there to pursue my love for acting, and she would just be a distraction." I admit.
"Now that's cruel, Nick. Especially doing that to a girl you saw every day of all your life." She reminds me and I refuse to let this sadden me. I start eating up.
"I found out she liked me." I blurt, and my eyes shift to hers. She doesn't look any less surprised.
"I think it was obvious honey. But it was also obvious, that you liked her too." She smiles, but I frown.
"But, we were best friends, you know? I couldn't just let our friendship get ruined. Anyway, I'm here for you Mum, to see if you can get better."
"Honey, your friendship was already going to get ruined. You were leaving, all she needed was a phone call and you totally rejected your friendship. Now don't tell me that little feelings scare you, 'cause that's not the kind of boy I taught you to be." Her tone rises a little as she ignores my try of setting the conversation about her, and I snap,
"Well, I'm not your little boy anymore," I say disgustedly, "I'm different, I've changed, and so have my feelings for her." I say, and grab my plate as I move up the stairs and reach my room that she seems to have changed. I hear her sigh, and regret fills up my emotions. I shake my head, and drop on the double bed she's placed in the middle of the room after I left my plate on the desk.
Truth is, I'm dying to see her. But what if she's forgotten all about me? What if she truly hates me? At least that's what my mum told me. No, she couldn't have forgotten all about me. Before I left, her friend, Rebecca told me Freya had feelings for me. I was only 13 so I kind of freaked out to those news. But now I'm back, 19 year old me is determined to get her back.
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