"How could you let him in?" I seer to my mother, five minutes later.
"Olivia, he came to check on you and you were sleeping. He's also meeting you at the park an hour from now." She replies, in a calm yet deteriorating tone. "Noah's a good boy, don't destroy him." She hangs up, and my knees falter. I sink to the ground, hating my brain for being so afraid of social interaction.
My fingers fly back to my phone, and I'm shaking so hard it's almost impossible to type.
"I'm not feeling well right now, sorry I had to cancel plans I never made." I press send, and curse myself for sounding so evasive and cold.
There's no reply, and I sink a little further into the floorboards.
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It's hours later, or maybe its minutes later, and I can hear someone knocking on the door. I peer out the adjacent window and I see you standing there coolly.
"Sorry, I'm late." You say.
I try to manage a smile but I cry on your shoulder instead.
YOU ARE READING
one hundred ways
Romance"Pull over. Let me drive for a while." In which 0.1-2k word fragments show a frazzled golden girl cliche meeting the boy-next-door stereotype. Falling in love ensues.
