"Has he called?" I asked lightly. Pretending I wasn't on the edge of my seat with desperation of Gabriel's whereabouts. It's been a week. A f*****g week of crying and listening to Johnathan's awful jokes that were tragically unfunny. I think I've gained five pounds due to Johnathan's lack of cooking skill and his highly skilled talent of calling the local pizza place. I've grown a hatred for pizza and a longing for a nice salad.
Johnathan raised his eyebrows and set down his phone. He avoided my gaze from the opposite end of the couch and he suddenly found an interest in the window outside that gave a nice view of the brick wall on his neighbor's house. "Uhhh-I haven't gotten any messages, but my phone has been acting funny all week. I should call the phone company to get it fixed. What k
