Chapter 4

I didn’t move a muscle while Amy explained how she was feeling to Nick. When she finished, I was expecting him to kiss her, like in all those romantic movies. Except, she wasn’t exactly proclaiming her love, and Nick had a hot cheerleader. I wonder if I became a cheerleader, then I’d be considered hot by a Jonas?…Or, uh, anyone.

“Amy, I…” Nick looked in my direction helplessly, but I realized he wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at Joe, who happened to be standing next to me. I had no idea how that had happened.

“Can we talk in private?”

Amy’s hard glare softened a little as she nodded. She led him into the kitchen and left me with Joe. Oh joy…

“Soooo…” Joe said awkwardly.

“You have a lot of nerve showing up here,” I stomped toward Amy’s couch and plopped onto the cushion.

“I didn’t expect you to be here.” Joe didn’t follow me. Smart move.

“She’s my best friend. I have more right to be here than you. At least Amy stood by me and didn’t abandon me,” I emphasized the last part with fierce articulation.

“I’m sorry, Taiylor,” Joe took one step closer. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“I don’t think picking your jock friends over me counts!” I raised my voice a little to match the anger bubbling inside me. “Don’t take a step closer to me! I’m going to tell you something and you better listen! If those jerks were your real friends, you wouldn’t have to keep me a secret. I am just as important as them.”

When silence settled over us, I realized I had just stood up for myself. Normally, I just sit back and take criticism, but Joe snapped something inside me.

“Teeny Taiylor never would’ve said that to me,” Joe smiled at the reference to my old nickname he had given me when I was the shortest girl in our class. Now, I’m not so teeny.

“That little girl is gone,” I mumbled under my breath, playing with the hair tie around my wrist.

“Hey ,do you remember in second grade when we used to wrap a rubber band around both of our wrists and say that we could never be separated or we’d die?”

“Apparently, that was a lie…”

“Okay, look. I am really sorry. I want to be friends again. I really do. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” I looked at him. “Okay, first off, if your friends see us together, get over it. We have a project to work on as classmates. Or best friends. You choose.”

Just then, Amy and Nick came back and they probably felt the tense atmosphere judging from their faces.

“Everything all right?” Amy asked, sitting next to me.

“Just peachy,” I muttered, crossing my arms across my chest.

“Well, then, are you ready to go?” Nick nudged Joe.

“Sure,” he said as he stared at me blankly. They made their way to the door and before he walked out, Joe said, “I’d choose best friend over classmate any day.” Then he left, leaving Amy and Nick shooting confused looks at me. I smiled despite the burning frustration because somewhere mixed in all of that was the happiness that I was getting my friend back. Or so I thought.

All righty. Amy's turn. Can't wait to see what you come up with :)

Okay so when I wrote this eariler this morning I thought it said that Nick kissed me as I re-read it so I can work on my chapter which will be up today.. I saw that I had that all wrong lol.

Amy

Here we are. I love happy chapters =) I mean, it is kinda sad of what happened to Amy, but this will make it all better.

Chapter 6

I knew there was a reason I needed to get my license; I’ve refused, saying there’s no need to get one and now there is. I figured I’d run to the hospital right away and try to get there before dark. Luckily, the rain had let up a little, but by the time I had run about half a mile, I was soaked. And exhausted. Another thing I should’ve done: track. I’ve got long legs and all I use them for is to get the junk food that my mom puts on the top shelf in the kitchen cabinet.

But I still had a pinch of luck left, if you call it luck. Behind me, a car slowed to a stop and honked at me. I spun around and through the rain-splattered windshield I saw two very familiar faces. The passenger door opened and a worried-looking Joe ran toward me.

“Taiylor, are you okay?”

“Funny. I thought you’d be the last person to ask me that,” I rubbed my arms to fight off the ice-cold rain.

“Let’s just go,” he said, taking my hand. “We need to be there for Amy.”

Joe led me to the backseat. Kevin said, “Hey,” and smiled kindly at me. Kevin is a nice boy. Joe is not, though he did find a blanket in the trunk and gave it to me.

Joe

It was a long, silent ride to the hospital. I was playing with the hem of my shirt while I felt Taiylor’s eyes digging into the back of my head. It gave me a headache. Or maybe it was the fact that Taiylor wouldn’t forgive me. Either way, my head still hurt.

“We’re here,” Kevin announced softly, pulling into a parking spot. Taiylor shoved her door open and sprinted through the parking lot. Kevin and I took our time while still moving quickly. Suddenly, Kevin stopped me.

“Joe, why do you care so much about being her friend? Do you like her or something?”

“Woah,” I said quickly. “No, I don’t like her. I just miss her.”

“Why?” Kevin asked curiously.

“Because she was a real friend. It didn’t matter what I said or did, she always forgave me. Now, I’m really hoping she’ll do it again.”

“Come on, slow pokes!” Taiylor yelled impatiently from the doors. I smiled and jogged until I reached the automatic doors. Just past them, I saw Taiylor curled up on a bench near the gift shop holding her knees to her chest. I approached her cautiously.

“What’s wrong?”

Up close, her face was white and chalky.

“I hate hospitals,” her voice shook. “I almost forgot when I heard about Amy.”

“Oh, I remember that. Like when Kevin cut my head open by throwing that slate at me. You never visited me, and I thought you hated me.”

“Back then, I could never hate you,” she said softly, looking at me. “But recently…” she added with a small smile.

“I guess I deserve this from being a terrible friend. But, please, Taiylor. I want to be friends again.”

She studied my face carefully, her eyes darting from my eyes to my lips, and then to my nose, which had always been her favorite body part of mine. When we were younger, she’d always tell me I had the perfect nose, and that a special angel had blessed me with it. Taiylor was always different like that, believing in angels, unlike a lot of the other kids who were busy thinking of just themselves. I believed in angels too, but I didn’t believe that they gave me my nose. But I did believe that an angel blessed me with Taiylor.

“Okay, of course we can be friends again,” she said.

“Wait. Really?” I grinned.

She nodded happily. I wrapped my arms around her and then pulled away quickly.

“Sorry. I forgot you don’t feel that well.”

“This may sound weird, but I’m perfectly fine now.”

My heart beat faster at those words. No one, not even her mom, could make Taiylor feel comfortable in a hospital. That’s why she’s pretty careful not to get hurt or sick. But hearing those words told me that I made it possible to face one of her fears. Which pretty much tells me that I’m her friend again.

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