Mick POV: Of course y'all know I'm Mike best friend, his main dude, his other bro...ok ok you get it. Well I love him like no other best friend. (Not like that) But I'm worried about him, he hasn't been the same since Eddie died. Maybe I should talk to him.

(Arriving at Westlake High)

Mick: Man I'm so glad its friday and I can't wait for this school year to be over with.

Mike: Yeah but aye look at the bright side, we seniors and its our last year.

Mick: Yeahhh you right. But hold up man, I wanna talk to you real quick.

Mike: Ok wassup.

Mick: Are you okay?

Mike: Yeah...wait what do you mean?

I hesitated at first but then started talking.

Mick: Well I know you hurting about Eddie and everything. I can see the pain on your face even when you don't think I can.

Mike:.....Yeah I'm fine I guess. I'm just still in shock. It wasn't fair man. It just wasn't fair. Its my fault and I have to live with the guilt everyday Mick.

Mick: Mike it wasn't your fault. It was nobody's fault. No one could save him and I know you tried your best to save him but he just couldn't hold on. He lost too much blood.

Mike: Yeah well he's gone now, let's just drop it.

It's silent for what seem like forever.

Mick: I'm just checking up on you man okay. You my best friend, my main man ya know. I'm really worried about you. You can talk to me anytime.. ANYTIME ok. I don't care if I'm with a honey.

Mike: Haha I appreciate it man. *gives him dab*

Me: You cool for now.

Mike: haha yeah I'm cool

Mick: Ok well lets go before Mr. Pacheli starts some mess.

Mike: Yeah, I'll see you at lunch man

Mick:Ight

(Mr.Pacheli's class)

Mike Pov

Me: I'll see you at lunch man

Ight said Mick

Well I'm walking down the hall and go to my class room 120 and sit in my desk.  Ughh History. I hate History. The first class of the day. They could've given me Art, even Chemistry but nooo they had to give me History. Damn Bastards. Well 20 minutes in the class, I got bored so I started daydreaming. I guess I was daydreaming a little too long because the next thing I knew was Mr. Pacheli walking towards me.

Mr.Pacheli: Mr. Jackson, will you care to explain to me and the class what the Berlin Wall represent?

Me: Umm yeah...sure it was to block the Soviet Sector from the rest of the city.

Mr.Pacheli: *chuckles* very good Mr.Jackson. Will you see me after class?

All I hear is: oooooh from the class

Mr. Pacheli: ENOUGH!!! He slams the ruler on the desk

The room grew quiet. He then continued with the lesson.

*Ring, Ring* Class is over!

I try to quietly sneak out but Mr.Jackson I hear Mr.Pacheli calling my name. Dang Man.

Me: Yes.

Mr.Pacheli: Care to explain to me why you weren't paying attention?

Me:I was

Mr.Pacheli: No you weren't, you were daydreaming.

Me:Sorry, well I gotta go

Mr.Pacheli:Wait, before you leave I wanna talk to you.. I know its been hard ever since.....

I give him a cold hard glare

Mr.Pacheli: Well Eddie....I'm so sorry for you losing your brother. I know how you feel and I also know you two were very close but lately you have been slacking and that's not you. You are the smartest kid I know. Just a month ago, you were raising your hand to answer questions.

Me: Well a month ago, I didn't know I'd lose my brother and you think you know how I feel but you don't. You don't know the half of what I feel and if you lost the one person that meant the world to you and was the most important thing to you, I'm pretty sure you'd slack to.

Mr.Pacheli: But Michael, you have alot of potential and you put forth alot of effort.*Sighs* Look, I don't wanna hold you but if you ever need any help with anything what so ever or you need to talk, my door is always open or if I'm not here for any reason then after school or on the weekend or whenever come by house. Its 2453 Salver Lane (made up). He wrote his address on a piece of paper and hands it to me.

Me: Thanks but wouldn't that be weird going to a teachers house outside of school?

Mr.Pacheli: *chuckles* Yeah but its helpful to speak about how you're feeling and to get it out. Cry, laugh. ya know.

Me: Yeah well I gotta go, I'll be late.

Mr.Pacheli: Keep in mind what we talked about.

I leave the room and begin walking down the hall to my next class, English. I start thinking: How can he possibly know how I'm feeling? How could anyone know what I'm feeling? He's never lost anyone dear to him. I did, and I can never get him back and its not fair, it should've been me. Its all my fault. Everything is my fault.

What happened to Eddie?

How did he die?

How is it Michael's fault? All coming soon! (Hope you guys like it so far, its my first story)

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