•Gavin's POV•
The three-day drive is pretty uneventful, but I enjoy the road trip anyway. The whole time, Michael is telling me how happy he is that I'm okay and how happy he is that he found me.
When we finally reach Texas, it's past midnight. Michael drops me of at Geoff's, and I grab my crutches while he grabs my stuff.
We creep into the house. All the lights are off, and I don't hear a single sound. As we walk to the end of the hall, Egg jumps down off the stairs and follows me to my room.
I open the door and look around. I missed this place pretty bad, and I'm glad to be back.
Michael drops my bag on the bed, and Egg jumps up on my pillow.
"Thanks, Micoo." I whisper.
"I'm so glad your back, dude." he pauses, "I... I love you."
"I love you too, Micoo." I reply.
"No, Gavin. I love you." he kisses my cheek lightly, then leaves.
I stand there, unable to move, unable to breathe. When I finally regain my conscience, I lean my crutches on the wall and lay back in bed.
"I love you, too." I whisper, then drift off to sleep.
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FanfictionWhen Gavin's plane crashes, what will Michael do to make sure his best friend made it out alive?
