“Slacker, you have returned.” Craig barely looked up from the video game he was playing. “Way to skip like three days of class.”
“I didn’t have class today, man.” I dropped my keys on my desk and flopped onto my bed, kicking my feet up. “I only skipped Monday.”
“She must be even hotter than she looks in pictures for you to stay that long. Did ya get some action.”
“Dude, no!” I threw a pillow at him, barely knocking him enough to falter in his game. “Sammy’s not like that.”
“What else besides sex would keep you gone for that long?” He still hadn’t looked away from the screen.
“Her mom is sick. Like, really sick.” That got Craig’s attention and he paused the game to glance my way.
“Man, I’m sorry. What’s she sick with?”
“Ovarian cancer,” I said, tucking my hands behind my head and staring up at the ceiling.
“Is she gonna, ya know…” Craig didn’t finish his sentence, but he didn’t have to.
“Dude, that sucks.”
“She’s like a mom to me.” My voice caught in my throat. “And Sammy is…”
“Sammy is what?”
“You’ve got it bad.”
“Does she know?”
“I thought she did. We sort of almost kissed and then, she pulls away like she doesn’t want me for more than a friend.”
“I don’t blame her.” Craig’s harsh words startled me out of my stupor. “If I had a dime for every time you’ve said she’s like a sister to you I’d be a rich man.”
“Well she has been like a sister.”
“Yeah right.” He reached out and smacked my shoe, which was still hanging half off the bed. “A sister with benefits.”
“Dude, I told you. We’re not sleeping together.”
“Tell me you wouldn’t if she wanted to.”
“She probably does,” I mumbled under my breath.
“You stupid idiot,” Craig raised his voice. “Go for it.”
“She deserves more than that.” I sighed, a slight smile playing at my mouth.
“What’cha gonna do about this?” He snickered.
“I’m going back up there on Friday after class.”
“Lock her down while you’re up there, will ya?”
“I’ll take it under consideration.” I kicked my shoes off my feet, scooted up onto my pillow and closed my eyes. I let my mind wander, considering how I could help her get through this.
I was reminded of the day she stayed with me the night the twins left her stranded, and how she’d told me she wanted me to help her with the finances. Perfect.
If I can’t show her physically how I feel about her, at least I can be of service in more appropriate ways. I fell asleep with a new hope.
Running To You
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