I wondered nervously exactly what our last discussion meant. The impersonal kiss he had given me was a bit upsetting. I hadn't talked to him since that disastrous day when we had spent the entire day upset with each other and I was afraid he was still ticked off at me. It was no wonder he never told me anything; every time we were together, we always seemed to end up arguing.

Angel Rupert is a visual artist and writer.