The boy in the middle hadn't talked to me in three months until today. He was the boy from November until January, I wrote about him. One day I gave him a mix tape to tell him how I felt and then he said no, our band broke up, and we stopped talking at all.

It was obvious we missed each other.

Today, after I signed up for The Battle of the Bands, to play most likely by myself, he came up to me in the hallway.

"Hey! Are you doing Battle of the Bands?"

"Yeah."

"Do you need me to drum for you?"

"That'd be great!"

"Awesome! Give me a call, we'll get together and practice again. "

"Cool."

"You know my number?"

It's so nice to not have to miss him.