The Bad Boy Is My Best Friend
“I don’t like hearing about what happened to you from someone that’s practically a stranger. When something happens to you, I need you to tell me.”
“Okay.”
“And I especially don’t want you to hide or sugarcoat your problems with me. I might not be able to solve them, but I want to be involved in the process of trying to solve them. Because I’m your friend and that’s what friends do.”
“Okay.” She repeated. “I’ll try.”
He sighed, then gave her a lopsided smile. “I reckon that’ll have to be good enough.”
She reached for his hand, gently pulling the soda can away to assess the damage. The knuckles were split, with blood dried between the creases of his fingers. They were already swelling, althou