An hour later, Rowley looked out the window, it was raining, and Greg was still out there crying, Rowley opened the door. "Why are you here anyway?" Greg looked up, his face redder from crying. "I just wanted to talk to you..." Rowley looked at him, he didn't believe that was why he drove all the way to Boston for. Rowley picked up Greg, he was pretty light, Greg was shocked to be carried by Rowley, his best friend and crush. Rowley placed him on the couch and wrapped a blanket around him. Greg looked at Rowley as he sat next to him. "So, what do you want to talk about?" Rowley said, not making eye contact. "I'm worried about my life." Greg said. Rowley immediately looked at him, this was not what he thought Greg wanted to talk about.
