Chance
I sat at the secluded table watching the candles flicker in the dim light. I sipped my water and checked my phone. It was 5:15. I called Max, but his phone went straight to voicemail. I sighed and pushed the little box containing Max's present around on the table. At 5:20 Max still hadn't arrived. I called him again. Still no answer.
I was getting sympathetic looks from the other customers and the waiter approached me. I waved him away, frustrated. It was 5:30 and I had called Max more than twenty times. I ran my hands through my hair, causing it to stick up in every direction. Where was Max? It wasn't like him to not show up.
At 5:45 the waiter approached me again. I had called Max a dozen more times and my stomach was churning with worry. I got up and asked the waiter to have Max call me if he showed up. I gave him my number, plus a tip even though I hadn't ordered anything, and left the restaurant, my flowers abandoned at the table.
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A Little Story About Love
Teen FictionThe story follows the lives of two boys as they struggle with their sexuality and the obstacles life throws at them. Through great chance these two boys' lives become completely intwined with one another and they take on the world together, learning...
