runnin' home to you (under editing)

Chapter 1

Tick. Tock. Tic. Tock. The clock droned on behind me. I was staring out of the window waiting for the sun to pierce through the clouds to brighten up what would be the first dull week of many. But I wasn't to know that yet.

I looked out of the window into the window over the road, waiting for him to be there to wave back to me. Then he would come running over to my house and we'd play for hours and that's what friends would do. But that was when we were 5. We're 18 now.

I miss him calling me over to his house and we'd sit and do homework and laugh for those hours and the sleepovers we had on weekends, where we'd be up until 3 am and not have a care in the world as we were only 13. But we're 18 now.

Now I take us to the day it all ended. I came home from work. I was exhausted. I wanted to do nothing better than sit on his or my couch and talk. Watch tv. Or just fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms. But that wasn't about to happen anytime soon. I did my normal routine of opening my window to let him know that I was there and that he could come over but he didn't. I kept walking over to my window for at least an hour to make sure that he was home and that I hadn't missed him. But his lights were off.

I made my way over to his house and I pulled my hand up to knock on the door. But I hesitated. I can't remember why though. That was the problem. Once I worked up the courage, I knocked on the door and waited for a reply. The door opened and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. But it wasn't Tom. It was Sam. His brother.

"Hey, Mya. What are you doing here?" He asked

"Umm. I'm looking for Tom. Is he here?" I asked 

Sam looked confused. "No. He's not. Didn't he tell you?"

"Tell me what?" I replied

"He got the part in the movie he auditioned for and he flew out this morning"

He didn't even tell me.