"Remember," the man, who was the boy's father, said to him, "don't let anyone in this house for the weekend, got it?"
The boy swallowed hard and after two beats he finally nodded his head. "Yes."
"Good." Then the father closed the front door and let the boy alone in the house.
Was it really?
When the sound of his father's car engine gone from his hearing, a smile slowly crept into his face. He ran into the living room and flopped down onto the sofa. Then he turned on his phone and typed something.
'Party at my place tonight. Cody x'
He sent it to everyone he knew. Of course, he would never forget to sent it to Sydney.
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Short StoryIn which a boy talked to the person he liked and asked a question that didn't make sense at all. 2020©
