“I don’t want to hear the rest of the story, Jason,” Kevin said, and he sounded very tired, and at that moment I thought I could kill him. I really did.
I liked him. I liked him so much.
We stared at each other for what felt like a very long time. Finally I opened my mouth and even though I was sure I was about to start sobbing, what came out instead was, “Okay.”
Relief flooded Kevin’s face.
“Okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, my voice seeming very far away and very small. “It’s fine. This is the last one anyway. The last sleepover. It’s fine. It was fun.”
