I hate the weekends. This weekend in particular. I hate being alone. I was alone last year. But last year wasnt that bad. Kaya and I were still together.

Christina came over. Tried to cheer me up. She took me shopping. Her friends came along. I liked her friend Abby. She was cute. She had smooth flawless skin. Just like Christinas. Except Christinas wasnt chocolate brown.

We sat next to each other. In the backseat. She smelled like cookies. I wanted to kiss her. To taste her lips. I liked the feel of her fingers. She kept grabbing my thigh. Trying to maintain balance. Christina was driving wildly. Taking the corners without braking.

I made it home alive. I wanted to call Kaya. To tell her about Abby. But I decided against it. Weve been talking too much. Its been making me sick. I want to do more than talk.