Twenty minutes later I was back in front of Noah’s house, with a backpack slung over my shoulder and a heavily beating heart. I wasn’t sure why I was here anyway, why I got myself into this. It would’ve been much easier to go to grandma’s.
I rang the doorbell once again, but this time Noah opened the door, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips.
“Hey.” He said and left the door open for me to step in.
“Hi. Um. So I came.”
“I can see that.” He laughed and closed the door behind me.
I followed him back up the stairs and into his room, where I saw Liam sitting on the couch, a controller in his hand. I immediately felt out of place because I’d never talked to Liam in my life, and I think he hated me for whatever reason, that I bothered him for being here.
“Hi.” I awkwardly said and he tur
