Author's Note ~

Hey, guys! It's been months, I know. I'm sorry for that. I've been outrageously busy and haven't had time to write. I'm going to try harder to get stuff out for you guys though. I'm going to try and update this story every Monday and update/begin other stuff intermittently. Thanks for sticking around so long!

During class, I can't stop thinking about my conversation with Roland. I can't seem to figure out why he would care how I was feeling. It's just strange. He's a very unique boy.

I go through most of the day thinking about him. I don't understand him. I don't know if I should cut him off from my life or not.

"Hey, gorgeous!" I recognize that voice anywhere.

"Hello, handsome," I say back to Arlo.

"What's on your mind?" he asks.

"Oh, nothing," I reply, nonchalantly.

"Don't you lie to me," he can always see right through me.

"I'm just thinking is all."

"Well, about what?" he's getting irritated.

"Someone strange."

"Who?" I hear a tinge of jealousy in his voice.

"No one important."

"Whatever," he's pissed.

I decide to walk home that day, so I can have some time to myself. I can't seem to quite decide on what to do about Roland. If I cut him off, he'll be pissed, but if I don't cut him off, Arlo will be pissed. Would I rather lose someone I barely know, or someone I've known forever?