Cute Short Stories

Patching Things Up -- Short Story 19

Patching Things Up -- Short Story 19

Another best friends story.

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"Well, you know it's always okay to stay with me."

I sure hope she remembers saying that.

I brushed back my hair as I drove down the familiar streets.

Playing with my necklace, I prayed Carly would be home. I haven't talked to her for a year.

Last year around this time I had a fight with my mom about my boyfriend of three years (we've been dating for four years now) and Carly took me in.

She always did.

We stayed in the old shed behind Carly's house, which we had converted into a fort when we were younger.

With an old couch and recliner, mini fridge and a CD player, we were happy staying out there.

It was our place to talk.

Except, Carly and I graduated four months after the fight with my mom.

We both went our own way; Carly staying in town an extra year and me taking off for college right away.

When I told her I was leaving with Brody, she was cool with it. My mom practically kicked me out, but everything seemed okay.

But I messed up with Carly.

Bad.

The day before I was planning on moving, Carly phoned me wanting to talk. She needed me and I blew her off.

I was so stressed out with the move that I forgot how many times Carly had been there for me.

All she needed was a friend, and I couldn't even do that.

I moved and didn't talk to Carly again.

I tried, she just never answered.

I didn't blame her.

So, a year later, I'm back for the summer and I need to patch things up with Carly.

Here goes nothing.

I knocked on her parents' front door.

"Dawn?" Her mom answered. "How have you been?" She waved me inside.

"Alright, thanks. Yourself?"

"Everything is just fine, darling." She smiled. "You're looking for Carly, yes?"

"Yeah."

"She's living in an apartment on Rockwell Ave, up by Main Street." Carly's mom gave me a strange look, "I'm surprised she never told you where she's living."

"I've been really busy with school and work..." I faded out the ending.

"If she's not home, just come back here. I'll give her a call."

"Thanks." I left in a hurry.

Taking off down the road in my car, I hoped Carly would be home.

I searched the bulletin outside listing the residents' names. Finding Carly's, I rang the buzzer for apartment 207.

"Hello?" Her voice came through the intercom.

"Hey, Carly..." I had no idea what to say.

"Who is this?"

"Dawn." I said quickly, "And before you hang up, I just.. I just wanna talk."

"Talk?" Carly laughed.