After about 2 weeks of not speaking with Tom at all, I found myself in a situation where I was curious about what had happened. My thoughts went back to the couple weeks prior, where Tom “taught me” what a “girls pussy” tastes like when it cums, and I had mixed feelings about it. I hadn’t told anyone, and none of the others in the neighborhood confronted me about it, so I don’t think Tom told anyone either. Still, I saw Tom every day as he walked or drove past my house, and he hadn’t really paid much attention to me, almost as if nothing happened.

One day, I was outside with a couple friends, when he walked by. One of the neighborhood kids that didn’t like me was out there, causing trouble, but a few of my friends and I brushed it off. When Tom walked by and saw what was happening, we made eye contact. I made a pleading gesture as he was a popular, older kid who could have shut him down with a quick word, but instead he just brushed me off and kept walking.

I felt as though he didn’t like me anymore, as I thought we were friends, so after an hour when my other friends went home, I walked a couple blocks to his house and knocked on the door. His sister answered, and I told her I was there for Tom. She said I could go up to his room, so I did. I walked into his room without knocking, and he jumped. He was laying in bed, covered in a blanket, but I still had startled him enough so that he told me to leave. I stood there for a minute, and as I turned to leave, he stopped me.

“Sorry, I thought you were my sister.” he said. “Shut the door please”.

I shut the door and sat in a chair across from him.

“Can you lock it?” he asked.

I did as he said.

He laid back down and then turned to me and asked, “What’s going on, why are you here?”

“You just went by earlier, I got the feeling that you didn’t like me or something.” I answered.

“No, that’s not it, I just don’t have time for that kid stuff sometimes.”

“So we’re still friends?” I asked.