IT HAD BEEN A WEEK since Johnny and his friends came to Mackenzie's house, but to them, it felt like an eternity together. Instead of going back to the airport, Mackenzie agreed to have them stay in her house for the additional week instead. How could the islands beat staying at Mackenzie Ziegler's house?
"I see you've been enjoying the blanket I got you," Mandla said to Mackenzie who was sitting at the foot of her bed writing a song. The white fuzzy blanket was crumpled on the floor, a result of one of Johnny and Mackenzie's many cuddles.
"So, what are you going to do when the week is over?" Mandla said nonchalantly. Mackenzie looked up from her notepad with a puzzled face.
"What do you mean?" She asked, unaware of what Mandla was referring to.
"Please don't tell me that you and Johnny haven't talked about it yet..." Mandla said shaking his head with disappointment. "They're leaving after this week Mackenzie. To Seattle. Motherfucking Seattle." Mandla exclaimed, poking Mackenzie's arm.
"And?" Mackenzie said. "We're still best friends and you live in Seattle."
"That's different." Mandla answered. "I'm me. I'm constantly harassing you with texts, facetimes everynight, not to mention I'm going to come visit more." Mandla said. "But having a whole ass long distance relationship with a high school kid? Believe me Mack, I trust him now. It's just you probably will grow apart... don't you think?" Mandla said.
"So what are you saying?" Mackenzie asked playing with her hands.
"I'm saying that you should talk to Johnny before the week is over. Otherwise you might end up losing touch, which will make for a very awkward reunion if you ever see each other again." (HINT HINT WHAT WE ONCE HAD, READ IT!).
