MICHAEL
My mom didn’t feel well when we got home from the mall and spent the rest of the night in her room. I made Tyler and myself bowls of cereal for dinner, so we didn’t have to disturb her.
I warred with myself over calling Quinn that night as I laid in my room alone. I wanted to hear her voice, ask how her day was, listen to her ramble about what was going on in the book series she was reading. She usually failed at telling me about the stories without giving everything away; she tried not to spoil them just in case I wanted to read them later, but I didn’t mind.
The part of me that knew I had to create distance stopped me from calling her. I held the small gift box in my hand, thinking about it. School started soon, and we would be together at least one class a day. Rumors were
