For Kate. (November 10th)
He didn't come home that night.
When he slipped into their hut in the early hours of the morning, he was showered and in clean clothes he'd found in the box, so at least he could say it didn't look like a walk of shame. And anyway, could you really classify it as a walk of shame when you were coming home from spending the night with your boyfriend?
Boyfriend.
It was crazy, and probably more terrifying than it had any right to be, but there was really no way to misunderstand the conversation he and Maxxie had the night before. That next step had been taken. They were really going to do this.
Walking over to his sister's door, he knocked politely, called out, "Hey, Kate, are you awake?"
When he slipped into their hut in the early hours of the morning, he was showered and in clean clothes he'd found in the box, so at least he could say it didn't look like a walk of shame. And anyway, could you really classify it as a walk of shame when you were coming home from spending the night with your boyfriend?
Boyfriend.
It was crazy, and probably more terrifying than it had any right to be, but there was really no way to misunderstand the conversation he and Maxxie had the night before. That next step had been taken. They were really going to do this.
Walking over to his sister's door, he knocked politely, called out, "Hey, Kate, are you awake?"