I was lying in my bed at midnight, texting Axel. Or at least I was texting Axel. He hasn't responded for the last twenty minutes and when he was responding, the messages were short and usually one word. I asked him how his date went but he never replied. My phone vibrated on my stomach and I grabbed it.
Are you awake? he sent. I quickly responded, curious as to where he disappeared off to. Get on the roof. I stared at his message and felt a lump well up in my stomach. We used to do this a few months ago. Whenever he wanted to talk to me, he'd drive over and we'd sit on the roof and talk, sometimes for hours. Usually he'd spend the night unless it was a school day. Then he'd drive the half hour back home. But it was only for serious matters. He drove over here when his grandfather died and
