BOSS

Eight

Jay's POV
I walked into my house and put my keys down.

"Where have you been?," I heard someone say as I walked in.

I looked up and saw Vanessa walking out of the kitchen eating ice cream.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were at a sleepover," I asked her.

"I was, but I left and came back home. I didn't really feel comfortable there. Those people aren't my friends," she told me.

"Why didn't you call me to come get you? How did you get home? Did you walk home in the middle of the night? Are you okay?," I asked her.

We went and sat down on the couch.

"No, I didn't. I told the girl's mom to drop me off at home. Then I got here, and I thought you were in bed, so I went to tell you that I was at home. Then I saw that you weren't home, and I was gonna call to see where you were, but then I remembered that you told me you were to the office to do some work, so I just didn't call," she told me.

"Okay, so why did you leave?," he asked me.

"It's, like, nothing too serious. I just realized that those girls aren't the type of girls I wanna hang out with. No biggie. I'm done with it," she told me.

"You sure? I'll listen. I can give you some of my world famous big brother advice," I told her.

"First of all, your advice isn't world famous, so I don't know who you think you are. I swear, I can't let you watch TV. You watch one Dr. Phil episode, and now you think you're some certified therapist," she chuckled.

"Whatever. You don't have to talk about it right now. You'll tell me when you're ready," I said.

"It's, like, nothing too serious. I just realized that those girls aren't the type of girls I wanna hang out with. No biggie," she told me.

"Well, I know that you're strong, and if there's anything I need to know about, you'll tell me. I trust that you'll talk about it when you're ready. You know I'm all ears," I said.

I know from experience that it's best not to push her to talk to me. I know that she'll talk to me when she's ready. Pushing her just makes her close herself off from me even more.

"No, you're mostly lips. You're lips are huge," she laughed.

"Whatever V. You can't be serious for two seconds," I laughed.

"So where have you been besides the office? No one goes to work and comes back smiling the way you're smiling. Plus, it's four in the morning. I know you haven't been in an office all night," she asked me.

"Yes, I have. I was in the office until almost two. Then I went to get something to eat," I told her.

"So where's your food?," she asked me.

"I ate it at the place," I told her.

"What place?," she asked me.

"Waffle House," I answered.

"You hate Waffle House," she said.

"I don't hate Waffle House," I replied.

"Yeah, but you don't really go there. You only really go when someone else wants to, so you must've been with someone. Who was it?," she said giving me the third degree.

"I love that you can question me about my night, but I can't question you about yours," I said.

"Because I have no friends, and my life is boring. Right now, your life is more interesting than mine. All I do is lie in bed and play on my phone and talk to friends back home," she told me.