Drew was distracted all the way back to the school. I didn’t push him, letting us just sit in silence (well, partial silence, seeing as he was listening to music). When I dropped him off, I wasn’t surprised to see him head to his own car and drive away. I mean honestly, how could anyone sit through school after two Espresso Macchiatos?
I drove home, thinking about today’s strange turn of events. I parked my bug, patted it, and headed inside. I called my boss at the clothing store down the street and asked her if she needed any help, as I was free. She said something about skipping school being wrong, so I stayed where I was. I made myself a grilled cheese sandwich, thinking about what Drew had said.

“Do you have to understand everything?”

Maybe I should just step back for once, and just let our friendship be what will be. Not push for answers, not seek to fix. Maybe that would work better. Maybe, in the end, that’s what he needs. Not a friend with answers, just a friend. A regular friend.