We've Always Had History

- Chapter 5 -

I went home that night after Andy had fallen asleep. I can't believe what he'd told me. It's not that he stopped caring. Quite the contrary, he actually wants to remember. I just wanna sit him down and tell him everything.

I want him to remember our friendship. Our sketches. Our similarities. Our differences. Our promises. Our insiders.

The times we spent talking to each other about everything and nothing at all. The days when our fathers would watch sports games while our mothers made dinner together and we would play hide and seek all throughout the house.

The day he tried getting me to like his style and I tried to get him to like mine. The day we first met.

My parents had moved in when my mother was eight months pregnant with me. Mr. and Mrs. Biersack went over to welcome my parents into the neighborhood. They became friends quickly. Our fathers bonding over hockey and our mothers awing over baby Andy and fetus me. Andy had just turned a year old a few weeks before I was born.

Fast forward a few months to when I could walk and our parents had introduced us. Since then we had been inseparable. Even as children we showed signs of everlasting friendship.

Our mothers would dress us up in matching costumes for Halloween. One year Andy was Frankenstein, and I was Mrs. Frankenstein. Or, another time when Andy was Sweeney Todd and I was Mrs. Lovett.

We'd been friends quite literally since birth. Then he left. I want him to remember everything about me. As much as I want to, I can't tell him.

I don't want to risk him getting "damaged" like his doctor said he could. I'll drop subtle hints, I guess.

Step one. I've gotta go back home. I have to see my parents, see his. I need to tell them that Andy and I met again.

I got out of bed and went through my morning routine. My parents live on Dayton Street, whereas I live on Rockdale Avenue. Meaning I'm gonna have to take a dang bus over there or something.

-After Getting Ready and Waiting For The Bus-

I've barely ever been on a bus. I've always been driven places, until I moved into my place and started skating places. I seated myself all the way the the back with my headphones in. I kept my penny board between my legs as I looked out the window. I had to bring it because the bus is gonna drop off a few blocks away from my parents house. I figured I'd just skate the rest of the way.

Before I noticed it the bus was at my stop. I stepped up, walked to the front and got off. I dropped my board to the ground and started skating downhill. There weren't many cars, so decided skating down the street would be safe. Thank god it's a downhill skate, it's so much faster.

After five minutes or so of skating, I made a left onto my old street. I skated up to an old, peach colored house, the one I grew up in. Parked in the driveway was an outdated 2003 Lexus ES300. Good, my parents are home. I walked up the short steps onto the porch.

I haven't seen my parents since I moved out at eighteen. Four years ago. Would they even want to see me? Should I go through with this? I feel sick, but I muster up the courage the knock a few times on the wooden door. It feels like I've been standing here waiting for hours, when really it's only been a minute or so.

"Coming!" I heard my mother's voice for the first time in forever. I heard the locks on the door click as she unlocked it from the inside. The door began to open and suddenly I wasn't so sure about this, but once I saw my mothers aging face I was glad I came back.

'S-Silver?" she stuttered.

"Hi, mom." I said. The words soaring from my mouth, almost in a cry. She came towards me with her arms opened wide for a hug that I gladly received. I clung desperately to her, missing her familiar embrace. I regret not visiting after I left. My pride wouldn't allow me to.