Open Arms

Chapter One

There will never be enough time to tell you. There will never come a day I wish I didn't tell you this sooner. I tried to, but it seems my mouth didn't open when it was supposed to. Of course, it always opened when it wasn't. You'd get real sore with me. But I'll never forget you running your mouth just as much.
Sorry, I got off track. I always do when I'm around you. It's not your fault, but I won't say that little smile of yours had nothing to do with it.
Anyway, what I really came here to say is, you're one of my best friends. If you asked me when I was eight years old I would have thrown you under the bus and drove off but...now I gotta admit, you always were one of my friends. We would have been friends a lot sooner if you had just given me that cookie.

"...Sorry."

I shouldn't hold a grudge against you. I did take it after all. But Mum never really packed them for me, she said all that sugar would mess my teeth up. Well, she couldn't stop me when I moved out now, could she? I ate all the cookies I wanted.
Of course, you already knew that. You baked a lot of the ones I ate. I'll never forget the time you made those oatmeal ones, but you didn't add the butter? Dryest things we ever ate. But, I didn't mind. You laughing at me when I made a face was enough for me. I started laughing too.
That's something I'm gonna miss the most. That laugh, especially the one with the snort. Stevie could not believe a snort like that came out of your mouth, he thought for sure it was me. Then of course he had to make you laugh to see for himself and that ended up a mess. Bon had his soup all over his face and across the table...we made Phil clean it up.
You and Bon, what a pair. Hectic, spontaneous, broke everything you touched. Nothing of mine thank goodness. But, I'll get to that in a minute. I know, that if Bon were here, he'd salute you. What you put up with, right until the last minute. You had quite a fight, and Bon knew quite a bit about those, you know.
But the havoc you two made...makes me wonder what the hell he taught you. Like I said, you wouldn't touch anything of mine. Except one thing, one little thing you stole.
And it's still with you. I'm never getting it back.
I guess that's the price of one little cookie, huh?