The Party

Anne

He saw me to my room before going to spend the rest of the night, catching up with Joshua. He didn’t let go of my hand the entire walk to my room. I didn’t protest either. He was happy. He had this bright sparkle in his eyes as he talked about his adventures with Joshua. He poofed and boomed, explaining with every part of his body. It was as if he was a kid again, reliving those memories of his buddy. I didn’t want to take that away from him by making him bother about my measly hand.

At my door, he continued his escapade stories, not until I gave him a gentle tap on the shoulders did he realize. He looked around my door, then back at my face, giving me the softest stare.

“As they say, time travels fast when you’re with loved ones,” he said in a cool, calm voice.

“Well, you’ll be spending the fleeting time with Joshua,” I mused.

His face scrunched up in disgust, “Eww!”

“Get your head out of the gutters, silly,” I reprimanded, slightly smacking his forehead.

He threw his head