"You know he misses you." I heard my mom say as she walked into my room. "I know mom, I know." I replied. "You need to talk to him. And you need to do it today. You're practically torturing that poor boy." She said, giving me a look. "It's that bad?" I asked. "Yes, it's that bad. He feels awful, and he thinks that you hate him-" "I could never hate him." I quickly interrupted. "Then show us that. Get over whatever is keeping this going, and answer the phone." She said, before grabbing my hand for a few seconds and leaving. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair.

My eyes scanned my room, before they fell on a picture of me and Mitch. It was taken recently. We were outside, playing in the grass, when I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder. I spun around a few times, before putting him down, only to have him pull me to the ground as he fell when I started tickling him. We both heard the click of a camera, before looking over and seeing Nel standing there with a camera in her hands. I got a copy of the picture the next day, and framed it immediately.

I looked over at my phone, hearing it buzz, and seeing the screen light up. I walked over to it. Mitchy. I picked it up, hesitating for a second, before pressing the green button, and holding the phone up to my ear. "Mitch?"