Romantic One-Shots

No More Running : 1

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No More Running Part 1.

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Ten years ago…

“We’ll be friends forever, Mike.” I said as we played in the swings.

Mike was my best friend since birth. Our mothers had met in high school and had been friends since then. They had actually planned having us around the same time. Needless to say, Mike and I were like brothers.

Mike sniffled as he wiped his face with the back of his shirt. His shaggy blonde hair was covering his face, but I knew that tears were running down his cheeks again.

“I’ll never forget you,” I whispered as I looked at the sky. The sun was setting and it seemed to hide behind the tree tops.

“You will, Alex.” He sniffled again.

We were both thirteen but we understood what happened when someone moved away; you would never see them again.

After my parents’ divorce, my mom couldn’t make ends meet so we were moving to grandma’s house. My mom had told me that Chicago was beautiful during the winter, but I had said nothing. After living thirteen years in sunny California, Chicago seemed so dull with snow and clouds constantly.

“I’ll come and visit as much as I can, I promise.” I tried to cheer him up, but it didn’t work. My moving was causing us both so much pain that words meant nothing.

“Alex, come on son!” I heard my mom yell my name and I sighed in defeat.

I didn’t want to leave Mike behind, but I needed to go with my mom.

“Mike… Mike look at me.”

Mike looked up. His ocean blue eyes were glazed over by tears and my chest tightened. I had never liked it when Mike would cry. He wasn’t a cry baby; he was just a very emotional guy. Mike had a great heart and his feelings were hurt easily.

“I’ll come on winter break, I promise.” I caressed his cheek and pulled back his hair, away from his face.

Mike looked at me with pleading eyes, but I couldn’t do anything.

“I’ll always be here when you need me, Mike.” I kissed his forehead and ran towards my mom. Tears threatened to spill, but I couldn’t cry. I was supposed to be the strong one. I couldn’t cry. As soon as I reached my mom, I couldn’t hold them back. She held me against her as I cried and we made our way to the bus station.

Five years ago…

“I’m sorry, Alex, but Mike isn’t home right now. He went out with his friends and I don’t know what time he’ll be home.” Mike’s mom said and apologized again before hanging up.

It was Mike’s birthday, and like every birthday since I moved, I called him. It was weird that he hadn’t been home. Before he would be waiting by the phone and scolded me if I called later than what I had told him through our emails.

It has been five years since my mom and I moved to Chicago with grandma and left Mike behind. If I could I would have brought him with me, but my mom had said no. For the last five years, Mike and I have been texting and talking on the phone a lot. Our friendship is strong and I want to keep it that way. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have Mike as a friend. Life would be really dull, I guess.

“Alex, did you call Mike?” My mom said from the kitchen. Grandma was in the living room with me, watching her soap opera.

I got up and walked to the kitchen, “Yea, but he wasn’t home. I’ll call him later.”