365 (Dream Team)

Chapter 17

After Drista comes out of Clay's hospital room, Nick goes in. Karl thinks he doesn't know Clay well enough to be one of the first people he sees after waking up in the hospital. Darryl is scared of seeing Clay like that so he isn't going in and Zak is too busy comforting Darryl to go in. Nick went in first because he knew I would need a while to talk to Clay.

After Nick comes out of the room about ten minutes after he went in. He looks at me and gives me a sad smile.

"He's ready to see you, Gogy." Nick says before going back to sit in the waiting room with the rest of the group.

I take a deep inhale before grabbing the door handle. I exhale as I turn the doorknob and walk in.

"Hey, Clay." I spoke. He has a scar going directly across from his cheek to his nose to his other cheek. He has other small scratches but my main concern right now is the massive scar that's littering his face.

"Hey. It's- it's umm- it's good to see you. I missed having you to talk to." He muttered. I sat down on the hospital bed next to him.

"So, you said in the text earlier that you were on your way to my house when you, ya know."

"Oh, yeah. I wanted to apologize to you in person. I even bought flowers. They were really pretty but sadly they got ruined in the crash. I'm sure I could get them for you again if you want them."

"You bought me flowers?"

"Cliché, I know. I wanted to show you I actually was sorry."

"I wasn't thinking it was cliché, I was thinking how sweet that was."

Silence fills the room for a moment.

"Do you remember how we met?" I ask, trying to find something to ease the silence.

"Of course I do. How could anyone forgot that?" He laughed as he said that. I missed his laugh.

"It was 5th grade. It was my first year of living in America. We weren't even in the same class. I saw you at lunch and I asked if I could sit with you since I didn't know anyone. To be honest, it was because I thought your green eyes were really pretty."

When I say that he starts wheezing.

"Let me continue you assbutt!" I say, laughing a bit too. When we stop laughing I continue where I left off.

"Well, after I sat down you asked me what my accent was. When I told you I was British you started to tease me asking if I wanted tea bags and crumpets to feel more at home. You stopped making fun of me when I burst into tears and the whole cafeteria looked at us. You tried so hard to calm me down. When you couldn't you started telling jokes."

"I said, 'Why do the British call themselves 'Bri ish'? It's because they drank the t'. I swear, I've never seen someone laugh as hard as you did. It wasn't even funny either."

"10 year old humour, I guess."

"It's weird to think that a stupid joke seven years ago is the reason I have the best, most amazing best friend ever."

Its peaceful talking to Clay like this. Not thinking about any of our problems or issues.

"Once we became friends, I told you that we would be friends until we died. I guess right now we're competing to see who dies first." He says, a tense laugh slipping out of him at the end. A moment of silence follows his unfunny joke.

"That text. Did you mean it?" I ask nervously, fidgeting a bit.

"Of course I did"