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Mitch's POV

After the many grueling hours on the airplane we finally landed. I grabbed my bags out of the compartment above me and began to file out with the other passengers.

I stepped out of the plane, I had to shield my eyes. The sun was blinding, but it was better than the colder weather we always would get in Canada.

Walking into the airport I spotted my Uncle Richie waiting for me. He came up to me with a friendly smile and shook my hand. I haven't really met him in person yet, so this could be interesting....

"Hey Mitch! How've you been? Good? Bad? C'mon kid tell your uncle!" he exclaimed.

I chuckled,"Hey, I've been good. How about you?"

"Fine and dandy, nothing but sunshine down here in good ol' Tallahassee!" he laughed.

"That's good, so want to get going?" I asked.

"Definitely! Waiting for you worked up one heck of an appetite!" he agreed.

And with that, we headed down to his place for some food.

-At Uncle's House

We arrived at the house fine, the ride was pretty long but I didn't mind, Uncle Rich told me some good stories about his life.

He was one of the first people to work on this really popular site called Wattpad! I heard of it but I was never really fond of reading....

Well anyways...One I put both feet out of the car and onto the ground I now realized why my uncle said he has a cow, pig, and even chickens.

He was a farmer......fun....

"You like her? She a beaut ain't she?" he asked obviously proud of himself.

"It's something alright..." I muttered.

He smiled, then he gestured to my bags.

I nodded in response, I walked over to my bags and picked them up. I brought them inside and my uncle led the way.

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~Next Morning

The next morning I was planning to take my uncle's truck out for a drive to Jerome's house. Hopefully he was there...but that wasn't even my biggest worry. What if he didn't want to see me? What if he hated me? What if he moved on and found someone else to love.

I shivered at that thought, but luckily I was able to shake it off fairly fast.

I threw on my tee shirt and some jeans, I styled my hair up in a little spike along my head, then slipped into my worn out sneakers.

Walking down that stairs I noticed my uncle out in his fields, his truck parked beside him.

I ran out to his side and asked,"Um Uncle Rich I thought you said I could use your truck?"

He chuckled and looked straight at me.
He said,"My dear boy I need my truck for collecting these here crops!" he exclaimed.

"But I kinda need it....Its important." I complained.

"Mitchell what is so important that you need to take my truck and run off?" he asked in all seriousness.

I thought for a second.

He doesn't know I'm gay....Make something up, he'll never know.

"I need to help a friend out, you know the one who just moved here." I told him.

"Alright fine Mitch, you win. Just have her back before dinner." he let in.

"Thanks! I will!" I shouted, waving each step of the way.

I happily got in to the truck and started the engine.

On the way over to Jerome's house I was thinking of ways how to apologize to him. Yet nothing seemed to fit well enough. I tried from just, "Sorry."
To a whole books-worth of an apology.

Still I couldn't figure out just one way to apologize. I guess I have to wing it....

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Jerome's House

Once I arrived at Jerome's new house I quickly parked the car and sprinted to the front door. As I rang the door bell I grew anxious, just wanting to see Jerome again.

To my surprise he wasn't the one to open the door, it was his mom.

"Mitch? Is that you?" she questioned in disbelief.

"Yes Mrs.A it is. Is Jerome around by any chance?" I inquired, trying to sneak a little glance over her shoulder.

She muttered,"Oh dear." Then spoke up more clearly.

"Jerome isn't here."

"Oh that's fine I will come back. When will he be back?" I inquired.

"Mitch your not understanding me. He is not here, in this town." she repeated.

"What do you mean? Where is he?"

"H-he went back to Canada...Wanting to see you."

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