Our love was different
Now we were both shoeless as I buckle Jeff in, and sit in the driver seat.
It’s so quiet right now that I can hear crickets. My mind is loud though.
Before I start the car, I text Rochelle, and tell her where I’m going. She doesn’t text back.
I turn to a shivering Jeff. When I look at him, he smiles. He smiles and leans in to kiss me, and I let him.
I turn on the heat during a warm spring day in Versa.
Jeff is fidgeting with his seatbelt. Still in the driver seat I reach to the backseat and grab his lacrosse bag. I look inside and see his water bottle. I also see some snacks, and a bag full of various colored pills…I see a lot of Yellow school buses. Chills coat my body; I’m scared. I’m scared for Jeff. I open his water bottle and smell it, making sure it’s not
