Mystery behind friendships . COMPLETED

Chapter 1

Lucas POV

When I was on my way to the airport I felt nothing but excitement, the closer I was to the airport, the closer I felt to meeting my childhood. Sasha was my childhood friend after all, she moved out of town, and now she was back after her parents death.

"You there?" James voice pulled me away from my sea of thoughts. I nodded.
James was my other best friend, he  gave me a shoulder when Sasha wasn't available.

I remember meeting him when I was five, after fighting with Sasha over video games, I was on my way back to my house stomping my foot, when I bumped into James.

He had dark hair and brown eyes, he had soft features, and was simple looking. He didn't attract anyone in particular, he was the type of boy who had a great sense of humor, but  wasn't recognized for it.

We reached the airport and I took a deep breath, it wasn't like it was my first time meeting Sasha anyway.

The airport wasn't very huge, just as simple as any other airport, different shops and restaurants, white floor, and very clean may I add.

"You know dude, maybe I should give you some alone time with sash." Said James.

"Why's that, it's not like I haven't been messaging her all those years." I replied back, annoyed. Sash and I were best friends that people at our school thought that we were dating.

"I don't know." James mumbled, then he looked towards the cafe on his left. "Be right back." He said as he jogged towards the counter.

I decided he would take a long time, so I started looking around me, expecting Sasha to be here anytime. I remembered her message me that she would be here at 8:30, but it was already nine.

The knot in my stomach tightened, this time from worry. What if she was lost? I was so overprotective of her, and that would sometimes lead to fights.

"Hey." I heard a soft voice behind me I recognized as Sasha's I turned around to face her. Her light blonde hair was tied up into a low ponytail, her light blue eyes filled with sleep, she was wearing a black sweatshirt, black leggings, and boots that reached her ankles.

I expected her to do the handshake that her and I have been doing since childhood, but instead she got emotional and threw her arms around me. I hugged her back, confused on why she didn't do the handshake.

Sasha was known for being strong. So crying wasn't common for her which surprised me, but then I remembered that her parents passed away and people can change. Right?

"I bought us food!" Screamed James, grabbing people's attention. I pulled away from Sasha, and let her say hi to James. We sat down on a wooden table, James bought all three of us cheese cakes, which he claimed were quite expensive.

I noticed Sasha wasn't eating and was staring at the distance. I put my hand on her shoulder and squeezed. "I know it's hard." I said and she nodded.

"Oh man, this is good." Said James. While chewing. "So what's up?" I turned to Sasha.

She just shook her head, "nothing much." I figured she needed some alone time so I let her be. James was consuming the cake and I made eye contact with him.

He shook his head as if saying, what?. And I pointed with my chin to Sash direction.

After consuming it all, James got up and grabbed his car keys. "Let's go" he said. I helped Sasha pick her luggage. I was holding the light pink bag, while she was wearing her backpack which I was guessing was full of books, since she's a reader like me.

Three years ago before she moved, she would come over and lend me her books, we used to read together. We used to rate books and recreate some scenes.

I still remember the scene we once recreated, it was from the book, "fight till you die", it was a scene about both villains fighting. We loved the idea and recreated it in my backyard.

We were fake fighting when I accidentally punched her a bit hard. She didn't bleed, but she was hurt. We were almost nine so we didn't know what to do. The best thing I could offer her was an ice pack. I remember when I was looking into her eyes. I saw strength.

Now all I see is weakness. She was a different person looking back at me. I understand that she lost someone, but it felt like a robot was staring back at me.

I didn't realize that  we reached Sasha's aunt house and that I was gazing into Sasha's  eyes, until I felt James hands on my shoulders. "Dude, I know you miss her let her go." I looked at him then at Sasha again. "Yeah, sorry." I said. James nodded.

Sasha just smiled, and made her way to the front door. "Isn't she acting weird?" I asked James. He shook his head, his dark hair falling into his eyes. "You're her best friend, you tell me." He said with a sarcastic tone. I wish I could speak sarcasm.

I looked at my reflection on the rear view mirror, my brown hair was falling into my eyes, my glasses were crooked. I felt a bit cold so I buried my hands into the sleeve of my yellow hoodie. I saw a beanie on the back seat, which belonged to to James. So I put it on without permission.

That earned me a look from James.

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