I’m sure we wouldn’t have lasted a day or two longer in that room. Probably not even a night, if it hadn’t been for the phone call she received. I was sitting on my bed, fuming. She was sitting on hers, fuming. It was later in the evening and the room was so thick with unspoken expletives that I don’t even know why we had both returned to each other’spany.
When the phone rang she picked it up and I could tell right away it wasn’t good news. I knew Kim had a boyfriend back home and I could tell from her end of the conversation that he was breaking up with her. Though I didn’t mean for it to happen, I could feel the warm feelings of empathy rising up in my heart. Losing a boyfriend was something no girl should go through alone.
I sat up in my bed. Kim wouldn’t look at me and when she hung up the phone she quickly crawled under her covers and I could hear her quiet sobbing. What to do? I didn’t want to just walk over(I was still a little miffed) but I didn’t want to leave her either. I smiled as I got the idea