chap 13 preview (gonna delete later)
Blyke POV
Despite his nervousness, he grips the door handle tightly, before swinging it open. As he does so, he reveals the sight of John standing still and straight ahead of him.
Blyke perks an eyebrow at the sudden meeting. “John? What’s up?” He feels a yawn bubble up his throat, probably due to all the homework he had been doing. “It’s almost curfew…you came back pretty late.”
John scratches the back of his head, avoiding Blyke’s gaze bashfully.
Blyke decides to take this time to observe John’s expression.
Earlier, he had some speculation that Arlo wasn’t telling the full story. His text message was just too dry—more dry than Arlo’s usual lame, mediocre messages. But as he stares at John…there’s nothing obvious going on. It’s not overly sad or upset—just normal. Maybe even a little tired, like the average high-schooler.
John speaks. “Sorry. I was just out… thinking. I wanted some time to myself to think things over.”
Blyke nods in understanding, even though in reality he doesn’t understand at all.
Blyke is nosy. As much as he hates to admit it, he really wants to know more about what happened with Arlo. But he resists. He doesn’t want to push John to say more than what he wants to. So he just says what he knows.
“Hey, that’s completely fine, dude.” Blyke replies, waving his hand in the air. “Take all the time you need. If Arlo confessed his love for me and forced me to reply, I’d need hours to recover too.”
John fails to stifle a laugh at that.