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off guard, or maybe I wanted to see how happy he would
be when I showed up at his door. Or maybe I just wasn’t

thinking straight.
When I got there my heart sank to my knees; Harry’s
car was in the driveway. I felt like I couldn’t catch a break.
Yeah, I should’ve been happy that Johnny and Harry

were back to the way they were when I first joined the
band. They’d been rebuilding their broken friendship
brick by brick since we got back from Athens, and by this
time it was stronger than ever. I guess it had to do with

Johnny’s accident. Misery really does love company, you
know? If I’m being honest, I wonder if my decision to keep
the baby was me wanting to find a way to be closer to
Johnny than Harry was.

God, it sounds so messed up to say that out loud.
Anyway, Johnny answered the door, and he was happy
to see me. Even though he was on crutches without his
prosthetic leg, he wrapped me in a big hug and didn’t let

go for a long minute. That goofy “I Melt with You” song
popped into my head.
“C’mon in, Pick. Harry’s here. We’re working on a new
song. You should hear it.”

Harry stood up when we walked into Johnny’s
bedroom. He always did that when I came into a room.
Always a little too quickly, always with his shoulders and
neck a little too stiff.

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