Jamie and I were inseparable. We knew each other since pre-school and ever since then, we basically became brothers. Now at the age of 18, both of us supported each other in our adult lives. I rented an apartment in the city while Jamie still lived with his mom in the countryside.
I always loved that area. It was much better than the city, very quiet and peaceful. I remember when we used to stay there over the summer break and run around the fields, exchanging stories and confessions. It was where we could be ourselves and forget about our problems. Jamie and I loved to have sleepovers and even in our late teens we had them in our spare time. I cherished these moments as they became rarer and rarer as we grew older.
One night during the summer break, I was sitting in my bachelor apartment and watching TV. I felt lonely for the last few weeks since my girlfriend and I broke up. I was stressed with my relationship situation and college so I decided that during the summer break I will go on some sort of holiday. Whether it was going sight-seeing or just camping, I needed to relax. That's when I thought of him, my best friend. I grabbed my phone and texted him asking if I can come over for a few days. After half an hour or so, I received a response.
The feeling of nostalgia rushed through me as I pulled up by Jamie's house the next day. I grabbed my bags and car keys and walked towards the front door. The window blinds were down but I saw that the light was turned on. I knocked on the door. From the doorstep, I could hear him running towards the door because of his creeky wooden panels. Jamie opened the door - he hadn't changed since the last time I saw him. Dirty blonde hair, green eyes, quite tall and handsome. He was dressed casually and had a phone in his hand.
"Hey Jacob! I'm glad you came," Jamie said as he welcomed me into his house, "Come in, I need to finish this phone call."
"Are you excited? It's not everyday that you get to spend with your best friend all week!" he shouted after ending the call.
"Do you want anything to drink? I'm making some tea if you want." Jamie said.
"Yeah I'll have some. Where's your mom?" I asked as we went into the kitchen.
"She's gone to London on a business trip. I thought I already told you that?" he answered. Jamie put some water into the kettle and left it to boil.
"Oh. I must have forgotten. How long is she going to be there?" I asked while taking my coat off. I put it on a chair by the kitchen table.
"She told me that it's going to be three days at the most but knowing her she's probably going to be there for five or six days." he answered, "Will Earl Grey do?"
"Sure. What are your plans for tonight?" I replied, changing the topic.
"There's a cool movie on soon if you want to watch it in a few minutes. Other than that, none really." Jamie answered.
"Put your bags in my room. Do you want to sleep together like we did when we were teens or do you want to sleep on the couch?" he asked with some hesitation.
"This is kind of sleepover anyway so I suppose we can sleep together. It's not like we never did it before." I chuckled.
"Alright! I'll get some popcorn ready because the movie is starting in a few minutes. Make yourself like home!" Jamie said as I exited the kitchen with my bags.
I ran upstairs with my bags and enter Jamie's room. His room was painted white. Hanging on the walls, there were some posters with his favourite football team and cars. On top of the wooden panels, there was a bed large enough to fit two - maybe even three - people, a desk where he had a laptop and piles of books and a wardrobe. I placed my bags by the wardrobe and walked downstairs to the kitchen to see what Jamie was doing.
"Popcorn's almost ready," Jamie said as I sat at the kitchen table, "So tell me, how's your girlfriend?"
"We broke up two weeks ago." I replied with a sigh. I took a sip out of my boiling hot tea.
"You didn't tell me that! I'm sorry, dude." Jamie said.
"I didn't feel that I had to tell you. Besides, she wasn't worth my time anyway." I said while taking another sip out of my tea.
There was a moment of silence as both of us didn't know what to say. We stared blankly at each other. The awkward moment was shattered with the sounds of the kernels popping inside of the microwave.
