How Pizza Saved My Love Life

13."Hello from the other slide."

"I don't think this is a good idea Aubrey." Kim says as she parks by Joe's porch.

"I don't either." I sigh agreeing with her. I had no choice, though. I didn't want to do it in school where everyone would stare. I didn't want to text him because what if he simply ignores it? As creepy as it sounds, cornering him in his own house where there was no escape for him seemed quite ideal for me.

"Then why are you doing it? Just let it go." She says and even she doesn't seem convinced with what she was saying.

"Kim this isn't about him. I just need to know why he treated me so good when he treated everyone else like shit." I fiddle with my fingers and bites her lip almost nervously. "What is it?" I ask her confused.

"Well there was this one theory Aaron had.." She trails off debating whether she should tell me the rest or not.

"What theory?" I insist.

"You won't like it." She answers me.

"Stop saying that oh my gosh." I whine. "What is it Kim?"

"Well, he thinks Joe wanted to uhmm...you know..." She clears her throat awkwardly.

"Get in my pants?" My guess pained me as I said it out loud but it hurt even more when Kim nodded her head confirming it.

I don't think it's true, though. Not out of denial but because we were friends for two and a half years. No guy would wait that long to bang a girl.

"Well, there's only one way to find out." I stare at his house for a while and glance back at her.

"Should I come with you?" Kim offers.

"No, let's not make this more uncomfortable that it already will be." I decline .

"Fine then. I'll wait for you here. Take your time inside." She smiles sympathetically and I hug her before getting out of the car and walking to the front door.

I can feel Kim's eyes on me as I ring the doorbell. My heartbeat accelerates and my palms feel sweaty but I ignore my anxiety and fake a poker face as Joe opens the door.

For a minute we just stare at one another. Not one limb moving. Not a single word said. He was taken aback by my surprise visit obviously. In that moment I realized that I almost forgot how Joe looked like. The details on his face. His big hazel eyes and messy brown hair seemed almost foreign. He seemed foreign after all the things I knew about him.

"Come in." He was the first one to talk as he invited me in.

Without a word I stepped into his house, so many memories surrounding me at every corner. I used to come here all the time. I was so comfortable as I laid on his couch watching Teen Wolf and he on the floor with a bag of popcorn in his hands that we used to fight over.

Now I feel like a stranger in this place.

I hear the door click behind me as I keep looking around the place connecting every corner of it to a certain situation that happened. But if Aaron's theory was right, this place would be no better than a garbage dump.

"You wanna drink something or?" He scratches the back of his neck just like he always does when he's uncomfortable or nervous, and right now, I'm guessing he's both.

"I just want to know," I swallow hard and face him, "why you never told me anything about your life."

Some stupid tears are gathering in my eyes and I try my best to hold them in for the time being. I know I will cry at some point during this encounter but I just don't want it to be now.