Saudade

2. the one where he changes

chapter 2.

Chapter Song💽
💽death cab for cutie: i will follow you into the dark

Simone
i finally get down from Hyde's hips, fixing my clothes, pulling the loose strands of hair away from my face.

"look at you..fancy." he says pushing me playfully as he stares at me, giving me that intense look, the one he always seem to have. that one that no longer effected me like before.

"i was always fancy, never forget that." i say winking at him before spinning around, laughing when i see the small ghost of a smile on the corner of his lips.

"look at you..all bad ass. tatted up." i say finally looking at him, his body.

he changed a lot. not completely but a lot. before i left he only had a few tattoos, that i was present for. his body was always lean but not as muscular as now, his chest and back were wider, and his biceps were thick, tattoos covering half of the skin on his body, not one single part uncovered. his hair was longer then before and he had facial hair. it had been 10 years. 10 years since i last saw my best friend.

he wants to laugh when i say this but he doesn't. which is nothing new. it took me a while to get Hyde to laugh at anything i said. just like it took a while for him to actually like me.

like clock work, the memories come rushing back in and i stop them immediately, blocking out what happened, then remembering why i was back in Saco. standing in front of Hyden Stevens.

the small smile from his lips falls when he see my face, the realization setting in, the reason why i was here.

i don't say i'm sorry, because i know he was probably tired of hearing it.

i'm sorry was like saying i could of stopped what happened to his mother, when i couldn't. so i did what i could think of, the only way i knew how to connect with Hyde.

i grabbed his hand and pulled him into me, hugging his waist while i setting my head on his chest, hearing his heart beat, his breathing calm and collected.

"thank you.." after what seems like minutes pass by, i hear him whisper before he pulls away and points to the bags on the floor.

"need help?" he asks already picking up the bags, and the suitcase

"your pops home?" he asks when we walk up the small sets of steps outside my house

"not yet, i think he went to get some of my things from the storage." i grab the keys from my bag and open the doors to my house, the smell of my home covering my nose, a flood of memories coming into my mind

"i cant believe it's been 10 years. it seems like yesterday when you and your mom came over and gave us cookies.." i laugh remembering the first of many alterations between the almighty Hyde Stevens, him and his asshole ways.

"yeah, and how annoying you were asking me if you wanted to be friends" he says shaking his head

"and years later, you can say i'm your bestfriend, so i won." i say smirking before setting my bag down and taking in the house, nothing in it changing at all since the last time i was here.