le, all the while pretending to be acquaintances,” right?
Right. Yeah. We were totally being coy, then.
This year was probably the first time it’d actually been a letdown to go on winter break. I’d gotten used to seeing Will in the halls, in the cafeteria, in Music Appreciation. Suddenly, all I had was social media, texting, and the once or twice a week we met up to go for a drive somewhere private.
That’s why, when he messaged me out of the blue asking if I was free one Friday night, I found myself calling Aunt Linda for permission for him to join me babysitting.
He arrived at the door armed with Twinkies, Doritos, and Pop-Tarts.
“What’s this?” I asked as he came in.
“Mom would kill me if I came around without bringing anything. And I thought the kids might like some junk food.”
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