My Best Friend's Brother Is Typing… — Episode 4

why before i could think his eyes were already on me reading me something i couldn't figure out behind them you look guilty did you do something you shouldn't have my brain shorted Had nothing. Thank God Mrs. Kingsley stepped in. Leave her alone. Jean's our guest. Be nice.

Wow, bro! I said Jean's name once and you memorized it? Everyone laughed. I kept my head down. Didn't say a word. Didn't notice Silas narrowing his eyes at me from across the table. Marlo had a fever the past couple days.

After breakfast, she took some meds and went back to bed. I did some homework. Went downstairs for water. Saw Mrs. Kingsley grabbing her keys. Where are you going?

That son of mine. Rushed out this morning and forgot his documents. Now I have to drive all the way to his office. He's never this careless. I don't know what's gotten into I can take them. You should rest. Oh, no, sweetie. I couldn't ask you to do that.

Really? It's fine. I've got nothing else going on. Mrs. Kingsley had been so kind, letting me stay. This was the least I could do. She couldn't argue with me. Eventually, she texted me the address. In the taxi, I pulled out my phone, searched his name, same story everywhere, ruthless, sharp, decisive, couldn't picture a guy like that on social media, back then, I was a freshman, parents just got divorced, life sucked, every night on social media, anything to not be alone, that's where I met him, felt like a relationship, kind of, even if we'd never met, made me feel something, good enough, but I was careful, lied about my age, told him I was a senior, never gave him my real name, never sent a real photo, never took his video calls, just my voice, 30 minutes a