When I came back from school, which was super stressful by the way, I went to my room and threw my bag on the floor. After that I lied on my bed exhausted and closed my eyes, hoping I’d be able to take a short nap.
Andrew wasn't home yet since he had football practice so I felt at ease. It wasn’t like I had a problem with him or anything but I just felt a little weird whenever I was around him and what was more annoying was the fact that I couldn't specifically say why.
I mean, it's kind of absurd because I enjoy spending time with him but at the same time I feel like there's something wrong with the whole situation. It’s like he’s hiding an important information from me but the closer he gets to telling me the truth further away he distances himself from me to avoid being vulnerable.
