I climbed down the tree, into the front yard, and down the street. It was only when I reached the mailbox 4 houses down that I came to my senses.

I stopped. Why just happened? Not a very thought out plan…

I sat down on the curb and took out my phone. I began scrolling through numbers, looking for someone I could call. I have so few names in here, and most of them I don’t really talk to anymore.

Just Jess.

So I call.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“Hi! How’s your nose?”

“Turns out it wasn’t broken. But I still have to wear this stupid thing on it”

“Christy, what’s wrong?” He could always tell.

“Nothing really. My parents were mad, so I kinda, well, I just split”

“Oh, I’m coming over.” He did live within walking distance afterall.

He hung up before I could say anything.

20 minutes later I felt him behind me.

“Hey,” he said. He sat down next to me, putting his arm around me, in a friendly way. And we stayed like that, not saying anything. I guess we were past words.