"You could sleep all the way back if you want," Ren said on the drive out to the toll road. We were going home.
"No." I was tired, but not that tired. I was looking through his CD. There were tunes from the Kooks, the Ramones, and the Sex Pistols. I had no idea he liked any of these bands.
"Seriously, I don't mind." He kept his eye on the road which was a good thing, but it felt a little over. I guess. Us. Just like it should be. It would take some getting used to, but it was fading gently like a little dream that never was. He'd go back to being neighbor Ren and I would just be thrilled to see my Mom and Will and Angie and..and God, I'd have to listen to Sasha talk about all that Reality TV she watched and how things were going with the French guy and..and...Did I want to go back to that? Seriously?
OH MY GOD...I hadn't thought of Jess once. Shit. I jerked out my cell. There were so many texts and messages from him. Did I dare read them. Now. Here. With Ren. I winced.
"What is it?" He looked over to me then.
"Nothing." I shook my head. Why did I suddenly feel so bad. Yeah, maybe I should just sleep. Forget about everything.