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I was wondering the same thing. I’ve never heard her talk to anyone that way. Well, anyone except me. I kind of liked that it was reserved for me.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. I just have shit going on,” Charlie says, running her hand through her hair.
“I told you that you could talk to me about whatever is going on.” Cam tells her, the worry for her friend evident in her face.
If Charlie needs to talk about me, she sure as hell isn’t going to share it with Cam.
“I know. Some other time. I’m trying not to let it affect the trip. I’m sorry.” She puts her head down, grabbing her bag and walking around the three of us to the ramp.
“Something is going on at home and I’m worried about her,” Cam says, sliding up next to me.
That’s interesting. Charlie has never alluded to the fact that something might be going on at home. She never really talks about anything happening at home. She’s with Cam as much as possible.
I shake off my thoughts. I don’t give a fuck about what’s going on with her at home. If I did then things would be getting deep, and I’m not into all that shit.
“You good, man?” Tyler asks as Cam walks down the ramp towards Charlie.
“Yeah, home shit,” I say, gesturing towards the girls.
“Shit sucks,” he says.
“Like you would know. You have the perfect home life.” I roll my eyes, grabbing my bag.
“Right,” he agrees, but it seems off.
I guess we’ve all got our secrets.
After everyone tosses their bags into the trunk of the car, we pile inside. It’s the world’s most awkward car ride ever. Not even Tyler tries to break the ice. The girls are sitting next to each other but looking out separate windows.
“Thank fuck that’s over.” Tyler groans when we pull up to the house.
“Right?” I agree.
“How long will the fight last?” Tyler asks, pulling bags from the trunk.
“I don’t think they’re really fighting. I think they’re going through shit and not sharing it with each other,” I say, glancing at the girls.
“I thought females shared their feelings and all that shit,” he says.
“I don’t think these are typical females,” I say.
“That’s for damn sure,” he says before walking up to the house.
Charlie might be going through some shit, but that doesn’t stop me from trying to figure out how I can get her alone and make her forget all about it.
“I don’t think I feel up to going out tonight,” my sister says from a stool at the bar in the kitchen.
“That’s probably not a bad idea,” I say, pulling a beer from the fridge.
“Do you think Mom and Dad are even going to come this year?” she asks, tapping her fingers on the countertop.
“Truthfully?” I ask.
“I always want you to be honest with me, Cole. Don’t keep me in the dark.”
“No. I don’t.”
“Why?”
