The Bucket List [#Wattys2018]

Chapter Twenty One: 24/7 But Without The Seven

A/n please excuse the characters french in this chapter! (Cussing)

"A best friend is someone who loves you when you forget to love yourself."
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After a ton of coffees and hotel rooms, we were finally in New York after seven days.

"You know the best part of our friendship?" Amy asked me. "What?" "That we don't get tired of each other." I smile at Amy. "I'm already tired of you Amy." Amy fakes a gasp and I laugh. "Just kidding!" I say turning my head to look out the window.

"Wait! Amy pull in here." Amy looks at me with a confused look before smiling, she understood.

"Are we spending the night at your old house?" Amy inquired.

I gave her a smirk and she threw her head back, smiling up at the ceiling of the car.

"My prayers were heard!!!! Thank you God!!!" She shouted happily.

"For me to be daring and to do something like totally illegal?" I ask her, raising one eyebrow.

Amy nods ecstatically.

"Amy, I kinda might be....."

I let my sentence hang in the air.

Something Amy hates that I do.

"Be WHAT!!!??" Amy asks.

I smile, "I kinda might be buying the house soon.." I look over and see her mouth hanging open.

"AMY WATCH THE ROAD!!!" I scream, she turns her head quickly and jerks the stealing wheel.

We almost hit a tree.

Amy slams on the breaks, and we sit there in silence, both of us scared out of our minds.

I break the silence. "We're okay, we're okay."

Amy nods but she was breathing hard and she looked like she had just seen her whole life flash before her eyes.

I reach over and grab her hand, stroking the top of her hand with my thumb, "Amy, you're okay, I'm okay, We're both okay."

Amy broke into sobs. "Amy, it's okay." She shakes her head.

"I'm so stupid, we were almost killed." She cries.

"Amy we didn't die, we're fine." I pull her into a hug. Eventually she stops crying and wipes her eyes.

"Can you drive?" Amy asked me, her lip quivering. I nod my head and we switch seats.

I grip the steering wheel, and make sure to keep my eyes on the road. Amy was still sniffling besides me. But I know that she'll be fine soon.

"I love him!!!!" Amy cried in my arms. "I know Amy, but If Steve can't see you for the amazing, funny, caring, loving, fun, daring, brave, beautiful, and trustworthy girl you are, then he's not worth it." Amy didn't say a word but still cried. She had cried herself to sleep because nothing I said would make her feel better. But when I woke up, she had that happy smile on her face, with that spark in her eyes, and a list of stuff for us to do for the day. It was like the breakup never happened. It was like she didn't even cry last night. And that's how Amy works.

One minute she's crying, then the next she's happy.

One time I had asked Amy why she was like that.  She had told me that we shouldn't waste a moment of our lives sad, that we should do our best to be happy every single day.

Which I knew must have been hard for her when she was a child and a teen.

Because of her parents divorce.

And her drunk dad.

I remember the first time I found out about her dad. I was sixteen, I was surprised that she had managed to keep it from me for so many years, but I guess it made sense since she always came over to my house to hang out.

"Amy! You're home late!" Amy's dad screamed. She flinched next to me. I could hear her breath hitch before she spoke. "I'm sorry dad! I brought my best friend over though." "That Agnes girl you always talk about!?" He had asked. "It's Amanda." Apparently he had always got my name wrong, eventually me and Amy stopped telling him it was Amanda and I would always reply to Agnes. "Amy!!!!!" She flinched again. "Yes dad?" He stomped down the hallway and I saw him for the first time. His greying brown hair was all ruffled like duck feathers, his teeth were all stained, yellow and brown, his brown eyes were a little red, it looked like he needed to shave soon, and his white shirt and pajama pants had liquor stains on them. "WHERE DID YOU PUT MY ALCOHOL!!!??" He yelled at Amy. "I didn't touch it." She calmly said. "YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!" He screamed, shooting daggers at her. She didn't falter under his glare. "You must have run out." She said. "Where's your purse?" He had asked. She looked defeated and handed him her purse, which he took all of her money out, "Im going to the store!" He shouted and slammed the door from behind us. Amy jumped when he shut it. I didn't say a word and neither did Amy. We stood in silence, She took my hand, and brought me up the stairs to her room. She closed the door softly and sat on her bed with me. "That's my dad." She said quietly. We had always planned to set him up with my mom but I never knew he was like this. "Amy he doesn't hit you, does he?" I asked. She shook her head no. "Just takes all my money and shouts." I nod and we didn't talk about it again.

And even through all of that, Amy kept it together.

I wouldn't have been able to do it if I were her.

When we pulled up to my old house Amy had stopped crying.

We grab all of our bags and haul them up to the house.

We were going to pull an all nighter.