Forgotten
Small Talk?
Chapter 8
Bridget's POV
"Bri...as in Bridget Morgan?" Mitch said shocked. He looked like he had just been slapped in the face.
"Um..yeah," I said not ready to face him at the moment.
I wanted to hug him, but what if he hated me? No, I'm overthinking again...
He reached out his hand and smiled.
I shyly took it and he pulled me up.
"Do you remember me? Mitch Hughes...um Benja?" he asked.
I looked at him. In his eyes were full of hope.
"Yeah," I said and tried my best not to act like an idiot.
I thought he forgot all about me. What about the promises? I don't think he knows how much he wrecked me.
(A/N: Go ahead...comment,"I CAME IN LIKE A WRRREEECCCKKKIIINNNGGG BALLL!" I had it coming. XD)
"What happened? To the um promise, if you remember?" I asked trying not to break down.
Everything went downhill when Mitch left.
"I'm sorry," he pulled me into a hug," So many things came up and happened, first of all who knew that the heat bills would be so expensive?"
"It's okay, I'm better now that you are here," I simply said.
He smiled and we hugged for a little longer.
We was warm and smelled like Axe.
He pulled away and said," Can I have your phone number? To um stay in touch? I really missed you Bri."
I smiled.
"Here," I said pulling out a pen from my uniform pocket.
I wrote down my number on his hand.
"So how's Kyliegh?" I asked missing the blonde haired girl I also had to say goodbye to.
"Oh, shes doing okay I guess.She has a boyfriend named Jackson, who is diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. And she still does miss you," he said.
He muttered something after that I couldn't understand.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothing," he shot back.
I left that alone. Kyliegh is probably a wreck right now. She's such a sweet girl to love someone like that. To know the predetermined loss. I feel bad now. I feel like my problems are no where as hard as others, and that my life is just a joke compared to others.
"So how's your life right now?" I asked.
I wonder if he has a girlfriend. Probably since he looks like THAT.
"I'm doing okay, much better now that we've reunited, I opened a YouTube channel called um...TheBajanCanadian. And well that's all that is current I guess, besides meeting other people and living in Montreal," he replied.
"Yeah...I knew Bajan," I whispered to myself.
"What?" He asked me,
"Nothing," I replied out of habit.
I want to tell him I know. I want to ask him why we are just old childhood friends. I want to ask why he put up with the act of not caring, but I didn't.
"So what are you doing back here again?" I asked.
"Well I moved back..." He said.
He muttered something I couldn't understand again.
I guess he does that a lot.
I have a feeling that he didn't want to talk about that.
"How's your mom?" He asked.
"She's good..." I lied.
She's stressed. She's getting tired of my crying at night. She still loves me, but I think she's gonna want me to move out soon, as in right when I'm 18.
"That's nice to hear," he replied sweetly.
'Well it's a lie,' I forced myself not to say.
I looked up at him, obviously he's grown, but he's like a half foot taller.
We hugged once again, but started to feel kind of tired.
Then I realized I was supposed to be working, now I'm tired in the first hour of work...
Great Job Bri.
Well it's not like everyday you meet your long lost best friend while holding up a game of perfection....
Feels like Déjà Vu.
I wonder if we're still best friends. Maybe he just holds that promise as a little thing we did as kids. What if he's totally changed?
I'm to afraid to ask if we are still best friends...
We stared at each other for a little bit.
Then I blinked and awkwardly broke the silence.
Sadly I had to get back to work.
"I better um get going to work..." I said.
I'm so stupid. Maybe he thinks I don't want to hang out?
"Talk to you later," I added quickly.
It looked like he frowned but I blinked and his once seen frown was replaced by a satisfying goodbye.
I don't feel right calling this a goodbye. Telling some one bye, is for a longer period in time.
I feel a little ashamed of using one word in two different cases.
Well different, yet the same.
I would consider this as more of a start. A start of something new.
(A/N: who else started singing high school musical? Just me? Oh....*awkwardly sits down)
I was pulled back to reality by a woman with her child searching for a book.
I pretended to be straightening the books and hurried back to the clearance table.
It looked like Cathleen finished for me, I'll have to thank her later for that. Right now I have to stand at customer service until 1:00pm.
Great...
(A/N: I really wanted it to end here...but Here's MOAARRR)
~~~~Mitch's Magical POV~~~~(It was gonna happen one day.)
"Mitch go pick me up The Fault in Our Stars!" Lilly whinnied.
"No you sent another Merome tweet!" I joked throwing a pillow at her.
Well she did.
Lilly is my ex-girlfriend, but Adam's sister. I'm still in really good terms with her, we're almost like brother and sister, meaning that over protective brother who is like my brother doesn't hate me.
