"When were you going to tell me?" Denny explodes.
"About what?"
"Any of it!"
"What is specifically making you the angriest at this moment?" I ask, trying to mitigate the damage. I only have myself to blame, but perhaps I underestimated my boyfriend's reaction.
"What do you think?"
"Roman."
"Yes, that guy. Imagine if I carted Liberty here and paraded her in your face."
I want to point out Liberty was more than capable of doing that - sans invitation - but kept my mouth shut. How could I tell Denny that Roman didn't matter? That is was only him?
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Untitled Marching Novella (Drabbles)
Teen FictionWork in progress for potential sequel/novella for Confessions of a Teenage Band Geek, by Courtney Brandt. I hope to release this in 2016. Characters are mine. Reviews and critiques are welcome.
