Dad?

The months slowly passed by and before I knew it I had been back to living in London for over a year.

I had kept my promise and stayed in contact with Tony, Mike, and Vic, and surprisingly even Jacob who by the way had become my best friend. I talked to all almost everyday about the band and various other topics in our lives except Jaime. It was a silent agreement that he wouldn't be brought up. I had neither spoken to or tried to contact him at all, but for all I knew he was doing fine, and so was I.

I was now 17 about to turn 18. I had graduated early and was now trying to decide if I wanted to accept one of the many scholarships I had received regarding soccer or if I wanted to take a year off and explore my other options for a career.

Buzz Buzz Buzz

I looked at my phone to see I was getting a facetime call from Jacob

“Hey, what's up?” I smiled.

“Just chilling wondering when my bestfriend is going to come visit me.” he pouted.

“We've discussed this Jacob….”

“I know, I know, but we all miss you.” he frowned.

"I miss you guys too, but I can't ….” to be honest, I have thought about going to visit a lot, but there was always this fear holding me back.

“Dani, I-” Jacob started but was interrupted by footsteps and the sound of a door opening.

"Jacob, are you-who are you talking to?” a voice said

“Uhm no one. I'll be down in just a second” Jacob said slightly panicked.

"O...k…”

"I gotta go, but I'll talk to you later. Love you bye.” and with that he ended the call.

That voice. After all this time it was still easily recognizable, but there was something different about it.

I sighed and returned to my previous position on the couch, but my thoughts soon got the best of me.

“Hey Leo!”

“Yeah?” he asked from the kitchen

“Do you think I should go back? Ya know, and visit some people?”

“Dan. Honestly I think you should follow your heart. You're almost 18 already, I believe that you are wise enough to make the right choice.”

“I guess.”

"But if you really want my advice, I think you should. You've almost gone to San Diego several times, but you always back out. You're afraid of something, or rather someone, and you shouldn't be.”

“I'll think about it…” I sighed and got up heading towards my room.

Should I go or should I stay?

Notes

Short chapter, but I was able to update twice in one day so that's cool