Nineteen: RowynI sat on my bed calmly, brushing invisible lint from my skirt and waiting for the freak-out to arrive. I'd made out with my best friend less than an hour ago. It was bound to hit at any moment. Maybe Rose's tea just worked really well, and tomorrow everything is going to be awkward and weird and we won't know what to say or do. This was immediately followed by the urge to get more tea. Now I'm a tea addict.
It was true that I'd asked Reed not to say anything to anyone, but I felt pretty confident in the fact that the same didn't apply to me. I was the rule-maker, not the rule-follower. My phone was in my hand three point two seconds later.
“Hey!” Rose answered cheerfully.
“Are you sitting down?”
“Oh my god. No. But give me a second, and I will be.” I could hear her foots
