Sunday started better, I didn’t feel so sorry for myself but how ever hard I tried I could not stop thinking of Eddie.
I had to go see him.
I didn’t even bother getting dressed I just pulled on sweat pants and a hoodie and headed to see billy.
I knocked on his door and he answered quickly, “oh it’s you! What can I do for you?” He asked slyly.
“I need a ride, just a drop of. Come on let’s go.”
I turned towards his car.
“Hold up, why would i take you anywhere. Are we even going to talk about what the f**k happened the other night or not?” He shouted to me.
Turning I replied, “drive me and we will have time to talk.” I smiled and billy carefully made his way to the car.
We set of me directing him even though I wasn’t entirely sure I still remembered the way.
“So what was that thing?
