Miracles Happen

Hope is just your average girl. She never wanted this sickness... She never truly believe in love... And now that she is going to encounter more things in life that she's never dreamed of the only question is this: How is she going to handle it?


5. Chapter 5

Have no fear, Chapter 5 is here! This is a bit of a filler, but I hope it's still good. Cliffhanger soon to come. Enjoy :) ~S


Cole and I worked together in silence after that. Aside from the fact that in math--you've got to talk at some point--I liked silences with Cole. They weren't peaceful and they weren't awkward either. They were somewhere in between, and I thought that was the reason why we got along in the first place: that when we needed silence, the other would know automatically. I think he liked that about me as well. But as I've said before, Cole was confusing and I don't think that I would ever truly understand him. The same why I don't think I'd ever truly understand why he stood up for me when Tara came over to flirt with him. Or the same reason why I'll never understand why he willingly washed my hair with dry shampoo, or why he had to put on the arrogant idiot act in front of everyone all the time just to get attention--instead in front of me.

I just didn't get it.

I hadn't known that we'd become friends. I seriously didn't think that Cole saw it coming either. The first time we talked, he treated me like scum and I treated him like I wanted to cook him for dinner.

As cannibal as that sounds.

I was hoping that I wouldn't see Michael again after health class, but I had. Luckily he wasn't paying attention to the fact that I was coming out of the schools front doors. He was too busy laughing and joking about girls butts to notice. Boys.

But knowing Michael, it was like he had eyes behind his back. As I walked stealthily away from the school I heard my name being called. "Hope!"

I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around, knowing who'd be looking at me in the eyes. "Yes?" I asked in a strained voice. I knew I shouldn't be as angry with him anymore because I now knew exactly what had happened. But he knew I could take care of myself. I wasn't afraid of Tara and I didn't care who she knew. Plus, he and I both understood that Michael wanted to call me a bitch. He knew how I felt when people called me things like that, and it coming from his mouth--or almost coming out of his mouth--didn't exactly make my day.

But I can't lie. Cole did make me happier.

Michael had noticed the tone in my voice and it looked like he was about to say something, but he winced and looked at his feet. Then he looked back up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes that I've envied him for the very first day I met him. "I'll see you around." He gave me a small smile and turned back to his friends, who didn't even seem to notice that we were talking in the first place.

I turned away from him and continued walking home. I knew what that smile meant: that he'd always have my back, no matter if I hated him or not.

That was why he was my best friend.

That is why he is my best friend.

I stopped in my tracks. Half of my body willed me to keep walking, to not look back and to not think of what I could have done in that moment. The other half wanted the opposite. It wanted to go up to Michael immediately and work things out. I didn't know if I had the courage to do that. I had called Michael a coward earlier. Did that make me a coward too? The fact that I was hesitant to go up to him right now and say I was sorry too? Probably, probably not. I felt like I'd never know.

I swiftly turned around on my heals and marched up to Michael. He didn't even see me coming; he probably thought that I was long gone and my walk home. I grabbed him by the hand and dragged him away from his buddies. "Hope, what--?"

"Tell me it's true." I said. I let go of his hand.

"If what's true?"

"Tell me that the whole thing was blackmail the whole time."

He looked at me for a very long time. It seemed like eternity. Then he stepped closer to me and started to brush my cheek, his way of calming me down. It was working. He nodded his head slowly, not leaving my eye contact. I sniffled.

No. Absolutely not. There was no way I was going to cry. Then I felt the tear trickle down my cheek, but Michael quickly brushed it away. In a soft voice I said, "Michael I am so so sorry."

"I don't understand..."

"Don't understand what?"

"Why you're sorry."

I burst. I didn't mean to. It was just bubbling inside of me. I was hurt and I hurt someone else at the same time. "Because I've blamed you for everything. It wasn't even only the whole Tara incident. I blame you for all my troubles, Michael. Because I know that you'd be there to tell me that either it was your fault or some way you'd comfort me somehow. When you started dating Tara I thought... I thought you secretly hated me. I can't live with that Michael, don't you understand. I hate myself for you treating you the way I did, I hate myself for calling you a coward, I hate--"

You know that feeling you get, when you unexpect the expected. It wasn't butterflies, but it was something close to it. I guessed that because I've fantasized so much when I was younger, that it coming true--the unexpected--didn't make me feel the way most girls would feel. I wasn't sure what I was going to do when Michael placed his lips on mine. I couldn't lie that I was taken aback. Anyone would be. But this was Michael--my best friend, then briefly my best friend that I hated and now... But he was kissing me, and I was kissing him back and I liked it. I actually really did. But I didn't realize how much I did when he brought me closer to him and I wrapped my arms around his neck, just like in the movies. The kiss wasn't passionate, but it wasn't too soft either. It was almost our way of letting go all of our frustration for the past day--really the past lifetime since we've been friends. I didn't want to let him go.

But like everything else, things end.

By the way that Michael continued to comb his fingers through my hair and rested his forehead on mine, he also didn't want to let me go.

I heard a few whoops coming from behind him. "You go, Michael!"

He finally looked at me in the eyes. When I shared his contact, we laughed. Really and truly laughed. It was special, to me anyway. "Wow..." He breathed.

I nodded, my smile growing. "Wow..." I breathed back. He started to lean in again but he was interrupted.

"Hope! I--" I yanked myself from Michael, and came face to face with Cole. His expression went from happy, to shocked, to blank. He had seen. In the short period of time that I've known Cole, I've seen him use that face multiple of times. It meant that he wasn't happy, and something was calculating in his brain. "Cole--"

"I'll see you around." He didn't even glance at Michael and when he walked by past me he didn't look at me either. He strode as quickly as he could away from me, Michael, and what he had just seen.

I didn't know whether to be guilty or to brush it off.




Michael asked me after school if I wanted company on my way back home. I told him it was alright. I had some more thinking to do. About the kiss and what that meant, and what I was going to do about Cole. I didn't know what his deal was, why he acted so bluntly and completely ignore our presence. He knew the relationship between Michael and I, even if we weren't dating.

I was yet another confused soul.

"I'll talk to you later then, alright." He ruffles my hair and bent over to kiss my forehead. He was taller than me by half a foot even though I was older than him by 3 months.

"Yeah, play with my hair again and I'm going to have to punch you." I teased. He backed away in false fear. I laughed at him and let the school grounds. It took me less time to walk home for some reason. It was amazing how much of a bipolar act I would put on. One minute I was ready to tear someone's head off, the next I was walking on Cloud 9. When I arrived at my house, I saw my Mother hadn't returned home yet. She had told me she was working late today.

What I saw was Cole, playing with his basketball net. It looked like he'd been going at it for a while, he was all covered in sweat. I was actually nervous to talk to him. I didn't know how he was feeling and knowing Cole, he'd probably go ahead and yell in my face. I walked toward my door, thinking that maybe it was a good idea if I just left him alone but he called me before I even find the key.

"Hope. Play with me." He coughed, really hard. Then he looked up to me and I saw that he looked tired. A little pale even.

"Aren't you tired? You look pale."

"Oh, sorry. I get like that all the time. I've got asthma." He took out a puffer and sucked on the air a couple times before he stuffed it back in his pocket. I was hesitant to agree at first, but I felt like I owed it to him, so agreed to play. We played an game one on one and so far I was winning by 1 but Cole wouldn't give up easily. I also liked that about him. Michael always went easy on my whenever we played games together and I had beg him to actually try. What sucked was that 99% of the time when he did actually try, I lost. After an hour or so, I started to worry about him, because he started to really slow down.

"Hey Cole, we should take a break." I said, glancing cautiously at him.

He gasped for air and took out his puffer again. "Yeah, good idea." Puff. Puff. Puff.

I handed him my last juice box that I had from lunch and he graciously took it. He downed it in less than thirty seconds. I've never seen anyone drink a juice box that fast in my entire life. "Thanks." He said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"No problem."

We start beside each other on his porch in silence. Cole cleared his throat. "So, um, you and Michael made up I guess." His voice sounded strained.

"Yeah, we did." I confirmed awkwardly.



"Yeah, good."

"It didn't seem like it an hour earlier." I tested. Maybe I shouldn't have said that.

His eyebrows scrunched. He looked annoyed. Then he looked at me in the eyes, his eyes so pale they were almost white. "What do you want me to say, then?"

I opened my mouth and closed it again. I had to stop those loss for words moments I had all the time. I straightened in my seat and Cole cocked an eyebrow in my direction. "Did you see Michael and I?"

"You and Michael doing what?"

"I think you know."

We stared at each other for so long, I'll have a permanent picture of his eyes for the rest of my life. Finally he gave up. "Yeah, I did. So what?"

"You didn't look very happy about it."

"Look," He said, standing up. "I don't really care who you make out with, okay?"

"We weren't making out--" Did it actually look like that?

"I'm glad that you and Michael are on good terms again, but like the guy said, whatever happens between you two is none of my business." I was getting agitated. That wasn't what he really wanted to say, I could tell.


"Hello." We both came face to face with Cole's Mother, who came out of her front door. I hadn't seen her when I was last here, but being on the same porch as the founder and owner of Emerald Butter was amazing. "I'm Ivy." she introduced.

"Oh, my God. I am a HUGE fan of your line." I didn't mean to fan girl like that, especially in front of Cole, who probably felt embarrassed now, but I really did love her hair product line.

She smiled broadly. "I guess my son told you about me." She then looked at her son. "So this the famous Hope that you told me you used half of out dry shampoo on." Cole blushed furiously.

Wait. He blushed?

"Yeah, it is." He said, shuffling his feet.

She smiled at me again and said, "Stay here, I'll go get you guys some drinks." Then she yelled inside the house. "Ky, do you want a smoothie?"

"Yes please, Mama." He shouted back in that cute small voice, that I fell in love with the very first time we met.

"Okay come get it. " I looked in the house and finally noticed what they had building inside the building the whole time before Cole moved in. There was an elevator built in for Kyle to easily get up and down around the house. The thought almost brought tears to my eyes.

When Kyle appeared at the bottom of the elevator, he noticed me at the door right away. "Hope!" he squealed. He quickly rowed his wheels as fast as his little arms could take him and I walked over to him to lessen the work. "Hey, Kyle." He threw his arms up at me and I quickly understood what he wanted. I gave him a hug and while my hug was strong, his was weak. "How're you doing little guy?"

"Great! I got an A+ on my English test today!"

"You did? That's great!"

He smiled widely. "Thanks." Then he craned his neck to the side and waved enthusiastically. "Hi Cole!"

Cole smiled at him. "Hey buddy, what's up?"

"Nothing much, really." The he motioned his little hand for him to come closer. "I need to tell you a secret. Hope, you can't hear." He slightly pushed me away. Just like his brother.

"Sure." He tossed a smirk in my direction and put his ear close to his brothers lips. "What do you want to tell me?"

"I--" He glanced at me. "I think your girlfriend is pretty." He half said it loud enough to hear, but I pretended that I didn't.

"She's--" But Cole looked at me for a second. The emotion that I was looking for just moments before was there, but he once again quickly masked it. "Thanks buddy, but I think she's a little out of your league. And your age range." He ruffled his brothers head.

"No she isn't!" Cole laughed.

Ivy returned with our drinks and handed one to each of us. "Kyle, leave these two alone. Don't you have homework to do?"

Kyle looked up at her with those big green eyes. "Yes Mama."

"Then go do it. I'll help you."

"Yes Mama. Bye!" Ivy winked at me and they left into the elevator to go upstairs.

That left Cole and I alone. "Why did you do that?"

Cole looked at me quizzically. "Do what?" he asked.

"Deny it?" 


He looked at me for a long time, and as it passed, the smirk on his face grew larger and larger. Soon it become a full out smile and I swear, that was a picture perfect moment. "How about another round of ball and then we'll talk."

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