(Elevens POV)
We were back home, from that weird place Mike calls 'the dentist'. His mom was angry with him, and Mike was unhappy with the bad news. Things were bad for him right now. I felt bad for him. I wish I could make things better. Can I? That's the question. Can I make things better for him? Let's give this a try.
Me and Mike were laying down on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Mike?"
"Yeah, El?"
"Do you think maybe, WE could fix all of this? Maybe we could get you out of trouble."
"You think? My mom will NEVER snap out of this. She's the strictest person I know. Trust me."
"Did you forget?", I said turning to him.
"Forget? Forget what?", He said sitting up. I sat up too.
I pointed to my head. "This? Maybe I could use it to change things. Understand?"
"You probably can't change the braces part. But you're going somewhere with this. Tell me more."
"I'm just saying, I'll back you up when you need it, okay? Friends....they help each other. Okay? We have each other's backs."
"Friends?", He said.
"What?", I said trying not to get snappy again.
"We're more than that. It's just, it needs to be a secret for now, okay? Get it?"
I nodded. I loved Mike. He always had my back. I wanted to help him for a change. I mean, he has nothing, yet he's giving me everything he has to help me. And I'll say, he's the most thoughtful boy I've ever met. I love him.
