Chapter 15 - Time spent

“You never told me how the dinner with mom went.” I say turning onto my back so I can get more comfortable. I look up at my ceiling listen to Oliver breathing slowly on the other end of the receiver. We’ve been on the phone for the last half an hour. It seems we can talk to each other better when we’re not face to face.

“It went alright. They want to meet you.” He says and I choke on my spit and start coughing. Who says something so serious so casually? Meeting someone’s parents is a big deal, he knows how I feel about this.

“Are you okay?” I hear him say after a series of agonizing coughs. A lot of spit went down the wrong pipe. I wipe tears from my face and sit up. This boy is trying to be the end of me.

“No I’m not okay. How can you say something like that without warning?” I say when my throat finally clears up. I almost died from my own saliva.

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