Chapter 13 (Sidney's Pov)

• All the way to my mom’s restaurant my mind kept repeating events from the past. Of course, they all included just two people, those two being me and Michael. And the other thing my mind kept replaying was possible scenarios of our conversation. If we argued, I could live with that, if we yelled that would be somehow acceptable as well, maybe even me throwing a thing or two towards his head, hoping he would avoid it and on the other side hoping it hits him in the head and he gets to his senses. But what scenario was not acceptable in my opinion and if Michael was still the same, he was when we were younger or even if just a little part of him was still the same, o can assure you he felt the same way, and that nonacceptable scenario would be where we part ways and never speak to each other again.
• You might find it weird but to me he is as important as my family. He has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. And a life where he was not present sounded… I do not know… empty, hollow, and most definitely boring as fuck.
• So, as I was nearing the restaurant, I could not help but feel nervous. Sure, I wanted to get to the bottom of this mysterious wedding and maybe even get to know his future bride before their wedding day, but on the other hand I knew I wanted to pull her hair out and scratch her eyes. In my eyes no woman was good enough for my best friend. And that was the explanation for my suddenly violent thoughts, because I was not about to admit it even to myself that I was jealous of this woman. Nope, not going to happen.