Trigger (Sean Astin)

Your leaving...?

Trigger and I continued being the best of friends as we got older, and no matter what it was, he seemed to always be there for me...
Even when we were 12 my mom and dad decided to get a divorce right as I thought things were getting better for them.
Chris had already gone and locked himself in his room, not wanting to deal with all this, so I stood in the living room and watched my mom take more and more of her bags out the door, then she finally turned to me.
"Honey I'm sorry", she shook her head and I glared up at her.
"No your not!!You don't care about us anymore!!Not me!Not Chris!If you really were sorry, you'd try and make it work!!But instead, your choosing to leave!!", I burst out into tears, then I turned around and ran to my room, slamming the door shut.
A few minutes later as I paced around my room, I heard the door open and close, then I heard a car door open and close, signaling she was really gone.

I flung myself onto my bed and cried into my pillow for what seemed like forever, then I turned over, got into my desk drawer by my bed and grabbed my flashlight, turning it on.
I walked over to the window, and shined it across the street at Triggers window, and did S.O.S. a few times, then stopped and a few seconds later, he responded doing the same thing.
More tears slid down my face as I turned around and threw my flashlight back in the drawer and closed it, then I sat down on my bed with my head in my hands crying.
I did'nt want Chris, I did'nt want my Dad, I did'nt want any of my friends.
I just wanted Trigger.
What did we do?
Did Chris and I do something I was'nt aware of?

This just brought on a new wave of tears, so I laid down on my bed again, crying into my pillow and I waited for Trigger.
A couple minutes later, I heard the doorbell ring, but I did'nt get up.
A few seconds later however, I heard footsteps come up to my door, then they stopped and he knocked twice, waited a second, then knocked again, and walked in.
I sat up and wiped my tear stained face as he gave me a sad look.
"My mom just left", I choked out, and that made me start bawling all over again.
 I watched as he moved a pillow then sat on the bed beside me and pulled me into a hug.
Then he held me for hours that night, letting me cry into his shoulder, not leaving my side.

That's when I knew I was in love with him, but I had it in my mind there was no way he felt the same about me.
He knew me inside and out, like the back of his hand.
All my secrets,he knew them.
All my strengths and weaknesses, he knew them.
All my fears and dreams, he knew them too.
He knew everything there was to know about me, and I knew everything there was to know about him.
We were each other's best friend, and sadly thats all I ever saw us being, cause I made the mistake of not telling him then and there.