Keeper (bajancanadian) editing/re-writing

Flash-forward

It's been nearly a year after the accident.

I'm laying on my stomach sprawled out on the bed in my room, my legs up and crossed at the ankles. Typing on my laptop, I begin humming a song I know by heart, when I hear a sudden slam of the front door and heavy footsteps coming towards my room.

My first thought: it's a murderer.

I'm going to die.

I accept my fate.

When Mitch runs through the door and jumps on the bed beside me, and I relax after smacking him on the arm. "I thought you were a murderer!"

"You're so bad," He grins, sitting up cross-legged and grabbing my laptop, setting it on his lap. "Come here though, I gotta show you something."

I sit up, leaning on him and looking at the screen. I see him logging onto Skype, then calling a bunch of people, which most answer almost immediately. I see 7 unfamiliar faces, who all smile and wave at Mitch, then at me over his shoulder.

"Bri, say hello to my friends." Mitch grins as he introduces me to them. "That's Jerome, Jason, Adam, Ty, Ian, Jimmy and Quentin."

"... Hi." I whisper, my eyebrows scrunching. "Who are you guys?"

"We're.. Mitch I think you should explain this to her." Jerome says, and most of the others nod.

"Well, Bri.. These are my friends from YouTube. I'm going to move to LA." Mitch blurts, and my stomach drops.

"That's across country."

"I know," He nods, but he begins pulling something out of his pocket.

Tears well up in my eyes, and I cover my mouth. "Are you seriously leaving?"

I can't believe he's actually leaving me. And after I've just started recovering..

"Yeah," He finishes pulling the thing out of his pocket, and holds it in front of me. "But I want you to come with me."

Plane tickets.

He has two plane tickets, one he's giving to me. The other for himself.

My dark brown hair falls in front of my face, and the tears begin to fall. "Oh my god,"

"Babe," Mitch's arms wrap around me, and I can hear a cough in the background.

"You gonna go with him or what?" I hear Adam say, and there's a silence until I mumble into Mitch's chest, barely audible.

"I'll go."

There's some cheering and whooping heard from the laptop, and I pull away from Mitch. "Good," Ian grins, but then looks at the clock behind him. "But your flight leaves tomorrow, though, right?"

"Tomorrow?" I ask Mitch, an eyebrow raised.

He scratches the back of his neck, a cute blush coating his cheeks. "Yeah.."

"What would you have done if I didn't say yes?" I wonder aloud, wiping the leftover tears from my cheeks.

"I wouldn't have gone."