"You... You think I hate you?" I whispered. Mike bit his lip, drawing blood. "You have every right to hate me. Why wouldn't you?" "Mike..." I lifted my hand to his face, gently brushing a tear from his cheek. "I could never hate you. You're my best friend." "But..." Mike tried to pull away from me. "No. I'm serious." I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into a hug, afraid to let go in case he tried anything again. "I don't hate you and I never will." ________________________________________ GaygaygaygaygayBylerGaygaygaygaygay