The rest of the week leading up to the Fourth, George scarcely messaged Timothy. He didn’t want to keep putting himself out there, knowing Timothy wouldn’t respond. Finally, he decided to message him. He had to take one last chance. He had to know that their love wasn’t slipping.
Morning, wanted to make sure that you’re still coming to my sister’s house tonight. Did you ask your mom yet?
He glanced down at his healing cuts, wondering if they would turn into scars. He lightly pressed down on his skin, and then ran his finger along all of his cuts.
The stinging feels great…
“BZZZZ!” his phone vibrated. George opened the text, slightly surprised to see that it was from Timothy.
She said it was fine, I’ll be there. Don’t act cold to me today.
George read the message, but wouldn’t trust what Timothy had said until he was there with him. That moment would be perfect. It would also prove that Timothy still cared, that he wasn’t just blowing him off.
George jumped out of bed, grabbed his wallet, and counted how much money he had saved.
Twenty dollars in total. Not a lot, but at least we’ll be splitting the bill five ways. George didn’t mind spending money to have a good time with his friends, but he was also trying to start saving up for college in a year. He wanted to be ready. Deep down he was a nerd. He really liked learning, and he was looking forward to taking classes about things he was truly interested in. He didn’t have much of a social life at school; most of his spare time was spent participating in extracurricular activities or doing homework.
To show his appreciation, he decided to message Timothy’s mom to thank her for letting him come to set off fireworks.
Hello, this is George, thank you so much for letting Timothy come over to set off fireworks! This will be a blast for all of us!
George hit the send button and began getting ready for work. He didn’t know it would spark the beginning of the end of his innocence.
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