The Lost Friend

John gets in a Fight

Chapter 9

In the morning we pack up our things and head out. John was still kinda weak so I carried his bag. He didn't want me to but I did anyways. We talked about memories from when we were kids. I laughed so much at how dumb we were. Then he was laughing and pretty soon we were basically rolling on the ground laughing. Because near my birthday we went on the announcements and said that on my birthday the school was closed and they bought it! After we calmed down we didn't talk much. "I'm sorry for running off the other day." he said. "Oh it's ok but why did you run off?" I asked. "Can't tell you." he looked down. "Yes you can John." He took a deep breath "Ok you won't like this but I like you." "Aww I like you too John!" "No, as more than friends," he said quickly. "I'm sorry what?" "I like you Lucy will you be my girlfriend please?" I was in shock "I'm sorry John but I'm focused on finding Amanda right now. Maybe when I'm not as stressed, sorry." John stared at me he looked fine but I knew he was holding back tears.

We kept walking in silence it was really awkward. We passed city after city it was about six thirty when we went to a little dinner. The food was pretty good for ten bucks. When we came to a little market place we slept on the benches with no luck of finding Amanda today.

This morning we drank water and soda from the vending machine and doughnuts from the other vending machine. We grabbed some other snacks and began another day of searching. When we were walking I ran into some boy that was about six - seven foot. "Watch out stupid girl." His voice was deep and scary. I looked at him "I'm very sorry." He growled "What are you looking at? huh." "You, I was looking at you." I said bravely. he went in for a punch but John stopped him. "You shouldn't hit girls." He said grabbing his fist. Next thing I knew there was a full on fight going on. When the fight stopped John had a black eye, brouses and teeth missing. "Omg are you ok John!" I ran up to him as fast as I could. "What is wrong with you?!" I asked the boy. "Nothing, why you wanna go?" Then, I got John as far away as possible from them and put some Neosporin on his eye.

A/N: Sorry it's late and I'm tired if you think it's bad and short.