And Then She Grew Up

Chapter 9

Angie's POV:

"What?" Mikey asks, obviously confused, "What do you mean? I swear if he just needs a ride. Im gonna scre-"

"Mikey," I whimper, my voice cracking, what is it with this puberty thing?

"Dylan, he-he got hit by a car." She finally gets out.

There is a long and induced silence. Crap.

"Mikey dont freak out, Emma is there and she won't want to see you like this, ju-"

"EMMA GET IN THE CAR!" Mikey orders on the phone interrupting me.

"Mikey? What's wrong?" Emma asks.

"Just please get in the car." He mutters.

Emma's POV:

So Mikey and I were having a lovely time. Until Angie calls. Of course.

"Mikey, tell me what is going on." I order.

"Can you please shush, I need to concentrate before another person gets hit." Mikey says, his knuckles white from holding the wheel too tight.

"Wait again?" I ask.

"GOD EMMA. DYLAN GOT HIT BY A FREAKING CAR. IM FREAKING OUT SO PLEASE I REALLY DONT WANT TO SNAP BUT THATS JUST HOW I AM." Mikey yells.

"Okay. Im sorry. Ill shut up now." I mutter quietly.

The rest of the car ride is tense, Mikey muttering incoherent words and me sitting there uncomfortably.

"Do you know how bad it is?" I ask, trying to break the silence.

He runs a hand through his lilac colored hair and sighs.

"I honestly dont know." He says breathing heavily.

"Im sure he's going to be fine." I comfort him. He looks at me, his eyes full of terror and sadness.

"What if he's not?"

Charlie's POV:

Its all my fault. It all my freaking fault. If I hadn't of tried to throw the ball as hard as I can, it wouldn't of gone into the road and Dylan wouldn't have gotten hit. I have no clue if he is hurt badly, I would be a horrible nurse.

One time, I was a counselor, and this little girl came up to me and told me that she hurt her knee, it was gushing with blood, I gave her Tylenol, I ended up getting fired that day. Oh the memories.

"You know it isn't your fault." Angie assures me knocking me out of my thoughts.

"I'm an idiot." I groan.

"Well you are, but not for this reason." Angie chuckles, then frowns, "Charlie, look at me." She orders.

I look at her. Her eyes bore into what feels like my soul. How does she do that?

"It. Isn't. Your. Fault. Do you hear me?" She asks.

"Yes. I hear you." I mutter. She sighs.

"Do you need a hug?" She asks.

"No." I answer.

"Well you have no choice, because I need one."

She then pulls me into a hug. We stay there. I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry. Dang it. Im crying.

We finally pull away, Angie only lets one tear fall. Im a blubbering mess. Why. Omg. I have problems.

Austin comes back from the bathroom a little while later. We all sit and wait. Until Mikey and Emma walk in.