Since your dad still refuses to talk to you, borrowing the car is no problem. On the way to the airport, you try to cram a whole day�s worth of talking into the half hour. You ask about when his new house will be built, and about his wife and kid several times.
Finally BJ silences your endless questions. �You can call me anytime you want to talk to me. And there can be letters, too. It�s not like this will be the last time we see and get to talk to each other.�
The drive to the airport is over. You follow BJ inside, your mood dark. You ask him if he wants some company while he waits the several hours for his flight.
�Not a good idea, Hawk,� he replies, shaking his head sadly.
�I don�t care,� you shoot back.
BJ sighs long and loud. �I really hope I didn�t screw things up between you and your dad.�
�Do you wish it never happened?� you ask, sitting down on a bench and motioning for BJ to join you.
All he had to do was take one look into your eyes to make up his mind. �No. In fact, I would do it all over again, with one exception.�
�What?�
�I would make sure that we were never caught.�
�Sounds like a good exception.�
The silence was like a suffocating blanket. Not able to stand any more of it, you get to your feet. �I�d better get back,� and you hold out your hand.
BJ uses the hand to get to his feet and pull you into a massive hug.
�Ooh, what will all the ladies think?� A/N (On my handwritten copy, it looks like I wrote laddies 0.0)
�That I am saying goodbye to my best friend�.�Bye, Hawk.�
�Bye, Beej.� You close your eyes, trying to keep the tears in check.
This is our last embrace
Must I dream and always see your face�.