Noah waved as Kevin rode off on his motorcycle. These late nights were killing him. He was not the pile of burning energy Kevin had always been.
He glanced at his watch, using the porch light to illuminate it. One in the morning. An early night for Kevin. Noah laughed and turned the key in his front door. He noticed the blinking red light of his answering machine as soon as he closed the door.
“Hello, Noah, it’s me,” Charlie said. “I know you don’t want to talk to me now because I was such a d**k to you. I tried to apologize that night, but you locked yourself in the bathroom. Anyway, I really hope you can forgive me. I need a friend.”
“f**k,” Noah said. Charlie sounded so sad. He pushed the button on the machine to tell him what time Charlie had called. Three hours earlier. He pulled o
