It was the first time in awhile that I had actually felt happy. I was glad to have Harry back. I mean, he's my bestfriend. It felt so weird, sitting here realizing the last time I saw him he looked like a kid, and now he was a man. "Avery, I haven't seen you in so long. How have you been?" Anne asked me, a look of sympathy on her face. I knew she had been referring to my dad's passing. "I've been okay. Ya know, just trying to get things back to normal." I said, thinking about how it had already been eight months since my dad's death. Anne's eyes twinkeled as she looked at me. I couldn't tell if she was going to cry or not, but she simply layed her thin, cold hand on my back, rubbing it, which lightened the mood a bit. As we all took a seat at the dinner table, Harry pulled my chair out for me as he chuckeled. "Madam" he said, one arm out. I hit him playfully, as I folded the napkin in my lap. Before I knew it, time had flown by, and it was already 9. No one seemed to noticed the but me, so I just pretended I hadn't seen anything. After dinner, Harry took me outside, while our mothers stayed indoors drinking coffee and chatting. Harry grabbed me by the hand and started running. "Where are we going?!" I yellped. He ignored me for a few seconds, then finally said, "Just trust me, I want to show you something." Finally, by the time I was out of breath we came to a stop. Harry layed his big hands over eyes, and made me wait till the count of three until I could look up. "One, two, three!" He said, throwing his hands in the air. As soon as I opened my eyes, I recognized it the moment I saw it. It was the tree Harry and I used to sit under when we were little. We came there almost everyday. I remebered it like it was yesterday. We'd lay here and talk about what we wanted to do when we grew up, we'd tell each other about the dreams we had, and what we would someday be. Harry would always say the same thing. A singer. I would always tell him the same thing. I wanted to be a singer too. We sat under the tree, and sang songs all night long, until our parents would call us in for bedtime. I looked at Harry as a tear rolled down my cheek, I tried not to cry, but couldn't help myself. I became overwhelmed. He hugged me tightly, picking me up in the air, and slowly let me down, wiping the tear off of my cheek with his thumb. "Don't cry." He whispered. I sniffled. He looked at me, "Avery, do you remember what I said to you the day before I left?" I looked at him confused, not knowing how to repsond, because..I didn't remember. Harry spoke softly, "I told you not to worry, because I'd be back soon." He shuffled his feet, looking down. "I promised that I'd never forget you." I looked at Harry, who was blushing and spoke once more. "And I'm keeping that promise."
