I didn’t ask Brooke about going to the beach without her until we got home. I wanted to make it casual - as if she might actually consider my request if I dropped it on her as I was getting changed.
It should have been no big deal. To any other teenager, it would have been no big deal - even to me. I would never have thought twice about grabbing my sweater and going for a walk back in Boston, as long as I had my phone with me and I was back in time for dinner my mom and dad didn’t mind; I guess they knew I wouldn’t be up to no good.
Now that I had the thought in my mind, I couldn’t get rid of it. It felt oppressive and stifling, and I wanted more freedom even though there was nothing wrong with the apartment and Brooke worked really hard to make sure we had things to do. It wasn’t getti
