Still Remembering

CH. 2:

Jessi dropped me off around 11 o'clock and when I got in my room I took off the jersey and threw it on the bed before walking into my bathroom and stripping for a shower. I got out of the shower feeling much better than I had going in and walked into my room with my towel tied securely around my chest. After throwing on some grey sweatshorts and a baby blue oversized t-shirt I went over to grab the jersey to hang it up so I could give it back to Jessi at work on Monday. I laughed out loud when I realized the name on the jersey. She had given me Tyson's jersey. I sighed and looked down at the piece of paper and the puck sitting on my dresser before picking up the puck and flipping it in my hands. Tyson had said to call him, but I'm sure he hadn't meant tonight. He had to be tired after the game and I really didn't want to bother him with the drama of talking to me at almost midnight. I decided to wait and went to bed.                                                                TYSON'S POV:

 I paced back and forth in my apartment waiting for her to call me. It was half passed midnight when I gave up and stormed into the kitchen to get a drink and a snack and sat down at the island in the kitchen putting my head in my hands. JT came walking in and sat down next to me.
  "Why aren't you asleep?" I ask, lifting my head just enough to see his hair sticking up like he had been asleep.
  "You walk so heavy for such a small person Josty." I cringed.
  "Sorry Comph. I'm going to finish this and then I'll be heading to bed anyway." he nodded and got up and slapped my on the back.
  "She'll call man. Give her a chance. I could tell from your stories you were tore up when she left you, you deserve an explaination." he walked back to his room and when I heard the door shut I put my snack back in the fridge and walked to my room with my water. After changing into some shorts I laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Maybe I didn't want her to call. Maybe I was better off not opening that door. There was no way she had a good explaination for cutting out her best friend and never talking to me again. I rang my hands through my hair in frustration. No matter what I told myself, I knew I wanted her to call. I know she wouldn't have cut me out for no reason and I had worried about her for years and I needed to know.
 I woke up the next morning and looked at my phone to find a text from an unknown number so I opened it, a small smile playing on my lips.
Unknown: Hey Ty. Its Jana. I was going to call you last night but
I figured you might be sleeping and I didn't want to
wake you up so I figured I'd text you instead. You
can answer whenever you want.
Me: Wanna meet up for breakfast there is a diner about 10 minutes
from the arena, not sure how far that is for you
Jana: That's fine. Give me about an hour?
Me: Sure sure see you there                                              

                                                          JANA'S POV:
 I got up quickly after getting Tyson's text and got dressed. It was chilly outside so I threw on some ripped black jeans and light pink t-shirt before walking into the bathroom to do my hair. When I was done I slipped on my black converse and grabbed my purse and keys and walked out the door. I drove the 30 minutes to the diner Tyson had suggested in complete silence, too nervous to even focus on my music. When I got there I saw him standing leaning against his car playing on his phone. I parked a few spots down from him and took a deep breath before getting out of the car and walking up to him. He smiled when he saw me. That's a good sign right? Or was the smile forced? I smiled back and we headed inside.
  "Just the two of yous?" the hostess asked grabbing some menus. We nodded and she led the way to a booth situated in the back of the diner. I scooted in to one side and Tyson slid in to the other. She took our drink orders and scurried away to have them filled. Tyson and I sat in awkward silence until our drinks came and we ordered our food. As soon as she left with our orders the words came tumbling out like a flood.
  "I have missed you so much. I am so sorry Ty. When she died I just couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't be in that place, I couldn't see all the places we used to go and I couldn't be reminded of it." I had tears in my eyes when I finally looked up at him and saw the heartbreaking look on his face.
  "Why didn't you tell me? You knew I would always be there for you and help you through anything you needed. Even if space from me would have been it. I at least would have known you were ok. I worried every day for 3 years if you were okay. I finally gave up and searched you on Instagram to see if you were alive. When I saw you were in fact alive and happy I figured I had done something and decided against trying to contact you."
  "If I would have told you, I would never have left. I couldn't have left seeing the heartbreak in your eyes. I was 15. I was irrational and I was scared and I was hurting. I had to run. I looked you up too, I saw you and your girl before you made it up here. You were happy, so I was happy for you. So I stayed away." I hung my head and wiped at the tears that were rolling down my face. I jumped a little when Tyson grabbed my hand.
  "Look, I get it. I won't say I knew what you were going through because I can't even imagine. If running was what you felt you had to do, then I'm glad you did. You seem to be happy now, and somehow we ended up in this place together. I can't be mad at you for doing what you had to do to make your life happy again. I just really wish I would have gotten to be a part of it."
  "You can be part of it now..." I blushed a little looking up at him. "I mean if you want." The grin that used to get him all the girls in school spread across his face and he squeezed my hand gently.
                       "I would love to have my best friend back."