Here I Come

K3

When Jenna was driving me home after school, I recounted my conversation with Karter.

"So he really said he loved you? Wow." She grinned teasingly.

"He didn't mean it like that!" I protested. "Love isn't always romantic!"

"Yeah, he did become a jerk while you were away."

"Karter isn't a jerk!" I protested. "And you know I consider Karter a brother or something. I don't like him that way."

"You used to consider him a brother. The two of you haven't been in contact for years now, and you've both changed. Maybe your relationship's changed as well."

"I don't think.... I mean, Karter is much more important to me than any boyfriend or whatever could ever be, so..."

"Isn't that perfect? Childhood friends turned lovers--- it always happens in the movies."

"This isn't the movies."

"Well, at least consider it an option."

A romantic relationship... with Karter? True, he had changed. He was barely the same person anymore.

But I couldn't bring myself to picture us, er, doing anything. Because Karter was Karter, and even this new Karter was so ingrained with the old Karter in my mind that dating him simply didn't feel like an option.

But now that Jenna brought it up... was I absolutely certian that Karter felt the same way about me? Maybe he considered our relationship romantic. Man, that'd be really awkward.

Somehow, I was no longer really looking forward to Art class.

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