Best Friends? |fin.+edit.|

•Chapter 2•

~edited~

Mack's POV

After I stopped crying I went to the bathroom to wash off all my makeup that had dripped down my face and Mikey and I walked to our homeroom together after. Luckily, all of my other friends were in that class too, but Chrissy and her group were also there. Before we both walked into the class, I wiped at my eyes again and put a smile on my face so it wasn't that noticeable that I had been crying.

"You okay?" Victoria asked me. I nodded and gave a small smile. Everyone knew that my cutting was a touchy subject and no one else asked if I was ok during homeroom. They just gave me a small, sympathetic smile. I was happy that no one had asked me if I was okay since I probably would have cried.

No, I'm wasn't crying because Chrissy asked if I still cut or not. It's the reason why I did and the memories that it brought back.

I was around 12 at the time and me and my friend, Chloe, were playing in the park in our town. We lived in Englishtown and had been best friends for a few years, besides Mikey of course but that's a different story.

Anyways, we were playing soccer and I had kicked the ball a little too hard and it flew out into the street. Chloe, being the kind person she was, volunteered to go get it even after me saying a billion times that I would.

As soon as she picked up the soccer ball, a car rammed into her. I yelled out and ran to her side while the car simply drove around us and drove away like nothing had happened. I immediately called the police and my parents who came in less than a minute with her parents.

I just remember crying and cradling her limp body in my arms, her brown hair was tangled with dirt and small rocks in it, her face pale, and her breathing was slow. I remember her being carried off into the ambulance and her mom telling me that she was in a coma and that she had lost her memory of me and all of our friends. I remember her family which consisted of her parents, her older brother, and her younger sister all moving away as soon as she came out of her coma. I remember crying myself to sleep night after night for almost 2 months. I remember blaming it all on my self since it was my fault. I remember telling myself that it should have been me instead of her. I remember everyone trying to cheer me up, all of the boys and girls. Mikey. I remember first cutting and Mikey running in just in time to stop me from over cutting and killing myself. I had cut up until I was 14 years old before I made a promise to Mikey that I wouldn't ever cut again. And here I am today, clean from cutting for a year. I still talk to her older brother from time to time to see how she's doing since at one time in my life, she was my best friend.

"Mack. Mack. Mackenzie." I felt someone shake me. I saw everyone looking at me with worried eyes. "You okay?" Jill asked. She must have been the one shaking me.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I gave a small smile. I had only told Mikey the entire story of what happened and gave everyone else the sugar coated version. Mikey looked at me uneasily with the 'I know you're lying cause I'm your best friend' look. I just mouthed 'tell you later' and he nodded.

The rest of the school day was a blur. Chrissy and her posse didn't bother me again and I always had some company through the entire day. Today, Mikey and I were going to go do something since we always did on the last day of school.

Last year we went bowling and he chose that so I was choosing this year. I packed up all of my binders and books and met up with him at the entrance of the school.

"So, what have you decided on doing today?" He asked with a bright smile that made my stomach do flips. Stop Mack. He's just your best friend. Nothing more.

"Hmmm. Well there's a carnival not too far from here. Let's go there." I smiled.

"Sure. We can just walk. It's only a few blocks." He said. Victoria, Jill, Nick, Madison, Jason, and Louis passed us.

"Victoria. Can you drop me and Mikey's bag off at his house please?" I asked.

"Ahem. Mikey and I. And sure." She said correcting my improper grammar as she took my bag and Madison took Mikey's.

"Thanks. I'll text you later!" I yelled as Mikey and I started walking towards the carnival.

We walked in silence for about 5 minutes before Mikey spoke up. "You were thinking about her again weren't you?" He asked stuffing his hands deep into the pockets of his navy blue and white varsity jacket.

"It's kind of hard not to. It was all my fault and the reason why I started cutting." I mumbled.

"Hey hey. Look at me." He said. I obeyed and looked into his chocolate brown eyes with my gray ones. "None of it was your fault. It was the idiot in the car. You can't keep blaming yourself for it. It's been almost 3 years. Don't be so hard on yourself about something that was far from your fault. " he encouraged. I just nodded.

After 20 minutes of walking in almost silence, we reached the carnival. We both paid for our tickets which were pretty cheap thankfully and went to the first ride.

We had been here for around 3 hours and rode all of the rides except for the ferris wheel.

"Let's go Mikey. That's the last ride." I yelled and dragged him to the line. Or where it would be, but there was no one in line or on the ferris wheel. We got on within seconds and the ferris wheel started moving and as soon as we reached the top, it came to a brusque stop.

(A/N I know that a lot of people do this but I'm not going to make them say that they love each other and kiss)

"Oh crap." I murmured. "We're stuck." I dramatically leaned back into the seat.

"We're going to get this thing fixed as soon as possible but you guys might want to get comfortable since it's going to take a while." someone yelled up at us.

"Great! JUST GREAT!" I slumped down in the seat.

"Well now that we're just going to be sitting here, tell me what happened. Or more of what happened."

I bit my lip and took a deep breath. "It's nothing Mikey."

"It's definitely something. Tell me. I'm your best friend and I'm supposed to protect you."

"Not all people can protect their best friends Mikey. I couldn't protect Chloe from getting into that car crash and it's my fault that she doesn't remember us. I should have been the one to get into the crash. NOT HER! It's all my fault and when she brought up the subject of me cutting. I-I just couldn't handle it anymore. I cried those two months after she got into her coma and left. I blame myself for not being the person to get the soccer ball. And why do I blame myself! Cause it's all my fault. Only mine. No one else's." I didn't realize that I was balling until I felt a drop to liquid fall onto my hand. I wiped away all of my tears as Mikey enveloped me into his arms.

"It's not your fault Mack. I told you this before. It was the driver's fault. Don't blame yourself. What would Chloe say right now if she saw you blaming yourself and she remembered all of us?" Mikey soothed rubbing small circles onto my back.

"She would probably yell at me and tell me not to." I said before burying my head into his shoulder.

"Exactly. So do what you think Chloe would want you to if she remembered." Mikey told me. I nodded and hugged him even tighter if that was possible.

"It's gonna be a few hours kids!" the person running the machine yelled.

"You tired?" Mikey asked. I nodded. It was around 10 now. He took off his jacket and threw it over my shoulders.

"Thank you." I yawned. I laid my head on his shoulder while he leaned against the side of the seat and slowly closed my eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.

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A/N heyy guys. HAPPY THANKSGIVING! Hope you guys liked this chapter and it's mostly all fillers right now but I'll make something interesting happen in a few chapters:) LEAVE ME SOME COMMENTS!!!