Ike practically confessed his love. I mean he’s almost always been an awesome friend, that is after I got past his bad macho man side, but other than that he’s been sweet.
I looked out my window to see him sitting on the bench smoking. He hasn’t smoked in a long time; confessing must have been really hard for him to do. Okay, maybe it was the fact that I had been hiding from him the past two days.
I turned around to get back to packing, tonight was our last night here, what was I going to do during the trip home? Make small talk with the man that confessed his love for me? Or talk to the girl that crushed one of my friend’s heart?
Jorden knocked on the door frame, “Hey, can I talk to you?”
“Yeah, come on in.” I closed the dresser drawers and walked to my bed.
“Look, I wanted to tell you… I think… No… Ugh… See, I really like you… But I’m not sure how much… I mean I know I care about you, like, a lot… But um, you know?”
“Jorden, look… I’m flattered, but I don’t think I am real-”
“Oh, no I get it… I’m not trying to be in a relationship yet, but I just needed you to know how I feel. We still have loads to straighten out when we all get home.”
“Yeah, we do. Thank you for being so understanding.” I hugged him before he left the room.
Those two had become my whole world, and I could feel it crashing down around me.
This was going to be a very awkward ride home indeed.