BILLIE
I sleep restlessly on the futon, then wake up and roll it up. I do my morning routine, then throw my dance gear into my school bag. I’m waiting on the stoop when Raven pulls up in a black Ford Mustang. He gets out as I stand up and holds his hand out to me, helping me down the stoop. Then he kisses my cheek.
“Show me where it is and I’ll grab anything you need. We can get a truck as well.”
“No need. If my chest can fit in the back of your car, and two boxes of books in the trunk, my futon can go on top of the chest and I’ll carry my clothes bag.”
“Perfect, show me where.”
I take him inside and he insists on carrying my trunk alone, then setting it in the back of his car as gently as if it were a valuable antique. He does the same with my books in his trunk, along with my bag o
