I can't believe this is finally happening. I finally get to see my best friend again. Fang and I have been best friends ever since we met. We were five and it was the first day of school. I sat next to him on the bus and he shared his chocolate pudding snack pack with me and became inseparable ever since. He was always there for me whenever I needed him. He would break someone's neck just for looking at me the wrong way and if someone were to lay a finger on me they would be dead. He was just like an over protective brother. We would have movie nights where we would stay up till the wee hours of the morning stuffing our faces with junk food and watching films. We wouldn't stop until our eyes were blood shot from staring at the screen so long and then when our sugar rush wore off we would crash.
Fang was there to give me a shoulder to cry on and to offer me comforting words after my first break up and the many more to follow. He was there to pick up the pieces of my broken heart and mend them back together again. And I did the same for him except big tough Fang doesn't cry. I was there to give him relationship advice and he was there for me when I was having boy trouble. We were there for each other through thick and thin. We were attached at the hip, that was until the universe decided to play a cruel trick on us.
It seemed like the forces of the universe were working against us. I moved away half way through my freshman year. My dad got a job as a scientist he just couldn't refuse. He packed up my mom, my two younger sisters Ella and Angel, and I and moved us from our nice simple home in Arizona to the sunny parts of Miami, Florida. The worst part was he didn't even ask us if we were ok with it, he just up rooted his family without a second thought about it. He tore us away from our family and friends. I still haven't forgiven him for that. Telling Fang I was leaving was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. He refused to let me go. He told me he would miss me too much and people here needed me. He begged me to stay, and Fang doesn't beg, EVER! As tears began to fill my eyes I told him I didn't have a choice. I can still hear his words rattling around in my head.
"Don't leave me Max, I need you." Every time I relay his words in my head it sends shivers up my spine. I hated seeing the hurt in his eyes.
We spend the rest of that night in each other's arms crying our eyes out. Yes macho Fang spent the night crying. Now you see why it hurt me so much to leave him. He was my best friend, my other half. We moved three days later. Fang and I tried our best to stay in touch for as long as we could but it just wasn't the same. As days turned into months we started talking less and less. We were growing up and our lives were pulling us in different directions. Being thousands of miles away from each other didn't help either. Eventually we stopped talking all together. I still keep tabs on him through hid blog every once in awhile to make sure he hasn't been blown off the face of the Earth.
It's been two years since we moved and I'm back! The company my dad works for just opened a branch about 15 miles away from our old house in Arizona. So just like that we were packed up and on our way back to old house that just so conveniently was put on the market last week. I am so excited to be back home where I belong, and most importantly, to see my best friend again after two long years. My stomach is doing back flips. I swear if my stomach entered to Olympics it would be earning gold metals right now. I am so nervous, I keep wondering how he will react when he sees me again. Did he miss me like I missed him? Did he spend countless sleepless night thinking about me like I did him? Will he be excited when he finds out I'm back? Or maybe he didn't miss me. Maybe he is over it, maybe he wouldn't be happy to see me. I shuttered at the thought. And yes just so you know, I didn't tell him I was coming back for a few reasons. One, I didn't have him phone number, remember? We haven't talked in over a year. And I know what you're thinking "Max why didn't you just tell him on his blog?" Well I just think that isn't the way you should find out your best friend is coming home and lastly, I was scared. I haven't seen the guy in two years and I haven't even spoken to him in over a year. What if his feelings for me have changed? Maybe he found someone to replace me. What if his reaction wasn't what I wanted it to be? I just couldn't take that rejection. I already lost my best friend once; I would be heartbroken if I lost him again. So being the person I am, I decided to go with the element of surprise strategy. Well I guess I will find out his reaction soon enough because school starts tomorrow, and there is no hiding from him there.