Refusing Help

STORM

Hey Kaden. I don’t know if I should be asking this, but I just guess that I am very curious. Do you have a girlfriend? I am in love with my head and I don't want anyone tampering with it. Also, we need to talk. When are we meeting?

I read the text three more times, after the first two times, before sending it to Kaden’s number. It doesn’t seem desperate, does it? I thought, jerking a bit when my phone started to ring.

For a second, I thought it was Kaden, until I saw the name. Lucy. She must be calling about my father's death to offer her condolences.

Sighing tiredly, I answered the call. Lucy was my friend, and even though I wanted nothing but to end the call and keep waiting on Kaden’s reply, I still have to show her the respect due to a friend.

“Storm, are you okay? I heard what happened. I am very sorry.” Lucy started, and I hummed, not exactly knowing what to say.

“Do you want to come stay with us for perhaps a week, till after the burial? My mother thinks that would be be