is my best friend the one? (finished)

chapter 9

we ended up all going to sleep at around 2am. i woke up the earliest so i went in the house and brushed my hair and teeth. i also put on some deoderant because i'm not trying to stink like greg. i went back out and put everything away into my sleeping bag. i must've woke up tyler because he rubbed his eyes and groaned. "hey... sorry did i wake you?" i whispered.

"yeah... it's fine." he said.

i sat down. he turned to me. "what's wrong?" he asked.

"nothing." i lied.

what was wrong was that he didnt feel the way i did. "are you sure?" he said.

i smiled and nodded. "youre lying." he said.

"nuh-uh." i argued.

"i'll get you to tell me." he said.

"oh really? how?" i smirked.

he started tickling me. "tyler stop! oh my god!" i screamed, trying to escape.

greg sat up fast and steve blinked a few times to fully wake up. michael gave us a disgusted look because we had just interrupted his sleep.

"ok. ok! i'll tell you!" i say.

he stops and i pant. i let out and ugh as a sigh. "i was thinking about my dad... that's all..." i say. i was lying but it did hurt to think about him.

"oh... my bad." tyler said.

i shrugged. "he's off in another state or something so don't feel too bad." i say.

michael understood. his larents split, too, but at least his dad was nice to him. in fact, the first thing gertie said to me when she met me was, "my dad's in mexico."

we headed inside and decided to eat breakfast. ms. taylor made eggs so we ate. i gave some of mine to michael's dog, harvey. when we had finished, it was around 8am so we went outside to our bikes. mine still laid on it's side. i picked it up. i still hurt, but i was getting better.

"ada look at the blood on your handlebars!" greg shouted.

he was right. there was a bit of dried blood on the handlebars of my bike. i shrugged. "i'm going home. maybe we could play wiffle later?" i say.

"oh sure." michael replies.

i didn't want to leave tyler but i left anyways. he didn't like me so what was the point, anyhow?

i pedalled home. i stood my bike up just outside and came in. "hey, ma." i said.

my mother was in the kitchen, washing the dishes. "hey, ada. how was it?" she replied.

"good." i replied.

i decided not to tell her about the falling incident. there was a huge scratch on my face but it's not like she would've noticed anyways. "i'm gonna go tk my room." i say, heading up the stairs.