"Oh my gosh, Nick...is that really you?" I asked in complete and utter shock.
"Yeah, it's really me."
"....WHERE THE HECK HAVE YOU BEEN ALL THESE YEARS??? I MEAN, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU??" I asked, in anger, and happiness, and humor, and frustration, and everything else. I felt like I was going to hyperventilate.
"I'm really sorry I haven't called. It's just that since we got popular, life has been crazy. And just so you know, you have every right to be mad at me."
"You think I'm mad? Oh no, I'm not mad at all," I said, quieter this time. "I'M FURIOUS!! Nick, you could've at least made an effort to call, or write, or SOMETHING!!" I screamed. I got the feeling you get right before you start crying in the back of your throat.
"You think I didn't try?? I would get yelled at because I would try to call you! Or on the tour bus, when I was writing you a letter, they yelled at me to get off the bus! Trust me, I tried to get in touch with you so much. But it just didn't work."
".....Oh. Well, I guess we shouldn't start off on the wrong foot by fighting."
"Yeah, you're right. Truce?"
"Truce."
These kinds of things, like fighting and then making up right after, made our friendship special. We wouldn't go for days without talking, because we would go insane if we tried.
Sorry peeps, I gotta go for now. I'll write later, promise. Cya! Luv, Christy
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