Metanoia // The Goonies

17; one thing

a/n: I came up with a really good book idea today but I don't know about writing it just yet. It needs a little more rounding I guess you could say. it's not a fanfic but it really has no depth meaning. but anyways enjoy the chapter. lots of love, ash ❤❤

S E P T E M B E R     24th     1 9 9 3
Mikey

I brushed my fingers through her hair lightly. My oh my she still made my heart goes a thousand miles a minute and she's not even awake. The cuts surrounding her face had started to heal but her eyebrow was still split in two.

"Please do something" I whispered. I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. The doctors last Monday said that their was a spike in her brain waves when I read to her but it went away as quick as it came. She hasn't had anymore spikes since then but we still have good signs. The fact her brain actually even did something was enough to keep the doctors from taking her off life support.

"Cmon sweetie I need you to do just one thing. Tell me that your'e in there" I whispered to her again. I continued looking all over her body for any movement.

"Squeeze my hand of you can hear me" I whispered again. I continued to tell her to do things. I just wanted something from her. I was holding on as best I could. I finally gave up sitting down in a chair pulled up to her bed. I continued to play with her hand.

"I remember when I first met you. I was mad at Brand because he dragged me out of bed to go out to this dinner thing with Steph's new friend. I had barely hung out with all of them in months and I was planning on ditching this one just like all the others but Brand claimed it was the right thing to do to introduce myself so you at least knew some people around town" the words fell from my lips and tasted like honey.

"I scowled the whole way there. I sat in the back seat of Brand's truck as he sat up front holding Andy's hand. We finally made it to Ginny's and you walked down that freaking spiral staircase. Oh my goodness I was gonna be a puddle on the floor. I couldn't take my eyes off of you. Even when we sat down to eat I literally could not remove my stare" I kissed her hand smiling.

"Then I convinced myself you were just a girl. You probably had nothing to you but your looks. I automatically assumed you had no brain or feelings you were just some pretty girl who got everything done for her and handed to her because of it. Then you came into the museum. It was crazy that out of all the places you could be at that time you were there"

"I would go there to hide out from my friends reminisce on a time when everything seemed easier. I would work small shifts just to escape the world. My dad would just punch me in anytime I showed up. I never noticed it but I haven't gone back to the museum since that day. I never felt the need to cause you were always around" I watched as Mrs. Borderdale walked back into the room. I have her a light smile as she sat down.

She didn't look as tired as she did when we first got here. After Estella squeezed my hand it was like it fixed a gear in here and her spirit was lifted once again and the hope of her waking up was bigger for all of us.

"As soon as I saw your long hair as you looked at the picture of Sloth I had almost convinced myself I had someone new to bug me and she knew where my hiding spot was. Yet something in me wanted to tell you everything. I wanted you to know how terrible I was feeling and feel good I got it out. You immediately gave me hope. A hope to hold on to the life I was lucky to still have with my friends. Now I have a hope that you will come back to me" I pulled away from the beautiful girl sighing.

"You know I may not have raised her but she still grew up to be the amazing girl I always knew she would be" Mrs. Borderdale smiled at me and I looked at the fragile girl that laid limp in the bed.

"Mrs. Borderdale I know you really only got to spend a week with her but I would like you to know that your daughter is the most selfless and amazing girl I have ever met. She would do anything for the people she loves and sacrifice anything for the people she loves and if she doesn't wake up Im glad we get to remember her that way" I said nodded at her. My face was emotionless because sadly it had finally sunk in that the chances were half and half and whatever happens we all know we loved her enough to let her go.

"Mikey please call me Laura we've spent enough time through the week to be in a first name basis" she said and I smiled and nodded.

"So when is everyone going back?" she asked referring to the others who went out to get lunch.

"We are leaving Sunday. I hope she wakes up before then. I want to be here when she does. But I can't miss another week of school. Even though I've been working on all my work here I still have tons to catch up on" I said and she nodded. Our answers with each other usually consisted of just nodding. It was hard to reply with each other knowing that we both loved someone we just might loose.

The small phone in the room started to ring. It being closest to me I reached for it. It was probably only the front desk transferring a call from Mr. Borderdale or one of the guys.

"Hello?"

"Hi um I have a Frankie on the line that would like to talk to a visitor up in Estella's room" the lady at the front desks voice filled the phone me knowing it was her from all the times we had already talked.

"Put her on" I said and she clicked her tongue uttering an okay in response. I heard the beep indicating she was out into the call and I sighed. I haven't talked to her since the night I came home and told her I was in love with Estella.

"Hello" her voice sounded strained, hurt, and lost.

"Hi Francesca" I said lowly. I always called her Francesca unless we were around our friends than I would refer to her as Frankie.

"Mikey..- I don't know what to say. I just I had to call. You left town and didn't say anything. I wanted to talk. What did you mean that one night when you said you uh you uh, you know. I'm so confused I can't even get my thought process correct-" I cut her off. It broke my heart. I couldn't hear it. I couldn't listen to her shatter when it was all my fault. I did love her but not in the way she wanted me to. I had given my heart away and I didn't even know it.

"I'm sorry Francesca. I really am"

"How am I supposed to know what that's supposed to mean?" she asked and I sighed.

"Sometimes you can't help who you fall in love with and I do love you but-"

"Of course there is a but. How dumb am I? Even asking you to stay away from her I couldn't keep you from falling for Miss Perfect. I hope her skinny and beautiful figure keeps you warm at night" before she could hang up I stopped her.

"Don't do this. Don't ruin our friendship like this. I'm not in love with her because of her looks and body but she is genuinely a great person and if you couldn't tell that from the short time you knew her then I don't know what else to say" I could hear her choking back her sobs. I broke her heart. I didn't want to but I did and there was no way I could fix it now.

"I know. Who wouldn't love her over me" her voice was broken as well. It just fed to the sorrow I knew she was already feeling.

"A bunch of people. Frankie you are one of the greatest people I have ever met! That's why I became your friend. Just because it didn't work out between you and me doesn't mean there isn't a guy out there who is gonna know how beautiful and amazing you are and I am honestly saying that. If a guy doesn't fall in love with you like I did they're stupid" I hoped my speak fixed her sorrow somewhat. I heard her lightly sniffle.

"Thank you Mikey. Let me know how she is? Honestly. I'm worried not just about her but about you to" she said and I smiled.

"I have hope. That's all I need" before I knew it I fell into a conversation with her telling her all about her hand squeeze to today. She listened to every bit and everything was almost back to normal. We just needed one thing.

Estella.