Carl came over on a quiet Wednesday afternoon.
He had been avoiding me for almost a week after that kiss. No texts. No calls. He even skipped two of the usual hangouts with David. I knew why. He was fighting it. But I was tired of waiting.
I heard the knock on the door and my heart jumped. I knew it was him. David had stepped out twenty minutes earlier to get some car parts from the store. He told me he would be back in an hour.
I opened the door. Carl stood there, looking surprised to see only me.
“Hey,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “David around? He asked me to help with the car again.”
I shook my head. “He just left. Said he’ll be back in about an hour. You can wait inside if you want.”
Carl hesitated. He looked like he wanted to leave, but he stepped in anyway. I closed
