A Christmas with the Key Bros

Part 7 - Problem?

I got to Dj's place and walked to the door. I reached out to knock on the door but I hesitated. Why was I so nervous to talk to my best friend? I stood there questioning myself for a while realizing that I must have looked like a complete idiot to the neighbors who were walking by. Finnaly, I knocked on the door.

"Hey, what's up?" Dj asked as she opened the door. "I need to talk to you." I said strongly. "Oh boy. I knew you'd find out sometime." She muttered under her breath.

I walked in and sat on her gray fuzzy couch while she sat in the black leather recliner across from me. "So? What did you want to talk about?" Dj asked, pretending to know nothing. "It's about Devan." I said, playing along. "Oh? What about him?" She asked, still going along with the act. "Dj." I said sternly. She sighed. "Ok fine. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I just thought that you'd make fun of me because of all the boyfriends I've had. Can you forgive me?" She looked at me with puppy-dog eyes. "Yes, I forgive you. But Dj, you're my best friend. I would never make fun of you. You can tell me anything." Then my phone vibrated. "It's Devan." I said. "Go on. Go talk to him in person." She said. I grabbed the phone and answered. "Hey I'll talk to you in a minute." I said and hung up before he could say a word. I said goodbye to Dj and ran out the house and into my car. My phone buzzed again. It was Collins. "Hello?" I said. "Devan's been in an accident."