(Mikey's POV)
To say I was pissed was an understatement. As I threw my clothes in my bag, hot tears rolled down my cheeks. They all wanted me gone, not one of them stuck up for me. Then again, how can I blame them? I was a pretty big douchebag.. No, Mikey, don't let them convince you this is your fault. I threw the last of my clothing into the bag, and zipper it shut, falling on to my bed and texting Nicolette to come pick me up. As I pressed the send my buton, my attention was turned to the door frame, where Melinda was standing quietly. I ignored her, and went back to typing away on my phone. "Hey..." She whsipsered, as if she was afraid to talk. "Hey..." I mumbled, not making eye contact. She made her way over to my bed, and sat at my feet, twirling her hair around her finger. Her eyes stared intently at me, and I could tell she was waiting for something. Then it hit me, and I sighed. "I'm sorry..." I said. Her eyes lit up, and she sighed. "No, I am. I overeacted, and turning all your friends against you was wrong..." She said. Damn right it was wrong. "It's okay, what I did was wrong, you were hurt, I understand." I sighed. Her eyes scanned my suitcase, and she looked back into my eyes. "So, are you still going to leave?" I nodded, and I could see her eyes fill with sadness. "But... But... Why?" "Melinda. I saw with my own two eyes. None of you want me here. So, why stay somewhere I'm not wanted?" I asked, picking up my bag. Melinda sighed, and stood up with me, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. I returned the hug, and instinctively buried my head in her hair. We stayed in this position until there was beeping outside, signaling Nicolette was here. I sighed, and kissed her cheek. "I'm going to miss you..." She sighed. "I'm going to miss you too..." I admitted. "Promise to come and visit?" Melinda asked, looking up at me with innocent eyes. I sighed, and kissed her forehead. "I'll do my best..." And after giving her one last squeeze, I took my bag, and walked out of the house....
