down to
earth
part #4
send off was great, the after party was
great. matt and i hung out a lot, but then i went with
chris to help him feel better, but he seemed like he was over
it. the summer of eighth grade was soo much fun.
chris and i had twin beach houses, so it was like we never left
each other. everyday waking up at twelve, and going to
sleep at 2. it was perfect. one day, before i left
the beach house to go home for preseason, chris took me on a
walk. i'm not going to lie, we'd gotten flirtier with each
other, but we were still best friends. nothing ever got
awkward , we loved each other. i might have loved him more
than a friend, but i would never tell him that. i'd
been going out with matt all summer. he'd never
gotten jealous about how close chris and i were. we sat
down on a swinging chair, and he grabbed my hand. i looked
at him. somthing didn't feel right.
"mand," he began. "you and i are best
friends. that just starts it. we've been friends ever
since kindergarten. you can't deny there's something
between us." he said, i just looked down.
"you can't." i admitted. "but."
"shhh." he said. "now, i'm not really sure
how to say this, but, i'm moving to north carolina."
"wh-what?" i asked, confused. we'd lived in
georgia our whole lives, and neither one of us planned on
moving.
"my dad got offered a job there, and he couldn't turn it
down." he said, and he squeezed my hand. my eyes
started to tear.
"but chris." i said, "i can't do it without
you."
"do what without me? i mean you have ryan to get you
through high school," he trailed off.
"no chris, i can't do life without you. we've been
inseparable since i could remember. everything was always
'chris and mandie.' how are we going to change
that?"
"mand, this is soo hard for me." he said, looking
down. he sounded like he was going to cry. i hugged
him.
"don't get upset because of me." i said.
"no, i can't do life without you either." he said, his
brown, squinty eyes looking into mine.
"what are we gonna do?" i asked.
"i'm coming home every weekend. i don't care what my parents
say. every break i'll be here, with you. it'll be
like i never left." he said.
"but you did." i said, and my tears were too
much. i released the grip on his hand, and sprinted back to
my house.
countrygirl7143 · 1 decade ago
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omg thats so sad :(