The Art of Drowning

I must have been thinking about a billion things at once.

He loves me? That's insane....

I spent the last half hour thinking what I was going to say to him. I paced back and forth the room until my feet started to hurt. Then I sat on the bed. I took a deep breath and sighed. I guess there was only one way to solve the problem. I picked up the phone and dialed his number.

"Davey? I'm sorry to say this but--"

"Wait! I know what you are going to say... It's bad, isn't it?"

I nodded, but of course Davey couldn't see me. We were talking over the phone.

"Look... I was on a sugar high this morning...."

Well, that explains a lot...

I rolled my eyes and as if Davey could see me he said, "Jade... you have a girl's name, you know that?"

"Shut up."

I heard a thump on the other end of the line and I knew he had dropped the phone. Davey laughed for about three minutes until I eventually shouted at him.

"Davey... You know girls only wear make up, right?!"

Davey picked up then after thirty more seconds of laughter and told me to shut up.

It was an awkward moment in way. A long silence.