I was once hit in the face with a
whoopee cushion by a boy who said he
loved me. If I had had pigtails, he was
the type of boy who would have been
tugging on them just to mess with me.
Is it possible for him to truly love me?
He turned his phone off.
I knew that this was a serious situation.
I put down the beer and, though I still
felt a buzz from the alcohol, I was
determined to make some proper
decisions about our predicament.
I took the headphones away from my ears and was stunned by the silence.
All I could hear now was the stray music coming from the tiny speakers.
“The house is never this quiet…” I knew that something had happened…