Different

“I wasn’t. I mean I was, but I didn’t want to. Please believe that.”
“What do you mean?”
“CAMI kissed ME. I did NOT kiss her. I wasn’t even kissing her back.”
“Why didn’t you say something when I saw you?”
“I was in shock. And I was embarrassed. And I knew that you would be holding back tears. I couldn’t handle that.”
“I still wish you would have said something there,” Marone said as he laid down on his bed, resting his chin on his hand.
“I know, sweets, but you know how I am about public speaking. And that’s what it would have been. Everyone was already looking at us, and I couldn’t find the nerve to talk with all that attention.”
“Oh…”
“Can I come over? I want to apologize for real.”
“I don’t know. I sorta destroyed everything that reminded me of you and I don’t want you to see that.”
“Please? I can say I’m sorry on the phone. And you can forgive me, but how do we know we mean it if we can’t see our eyes?”
“That’s true. Okay. You can come over but don’t get mad when you see your pictures and presents in the trash.”