"You stress way too much." Will decided we hadn't gone out for a while. He wanted to go bowling.
"Well, its kind of a big deal if Mom's pregnant." I can't get off the thought of having a baby brother or sister.
"Hey, at least its not you. And.." He paused. It was a very long pause. "And you don't even know for sure."
Right. I nod. Breath in. Breath out. He paid for our shoes then and next thing I know we are choosing balls.
"So hows this thing with Angie going?" I finally get a chance to ask. I'd rather be talking about her than finding a bowling ball. They are all so heavy. I feel so out of shape and useless. Why did I even come?
"Here, take the pink one." Will grinned then, handing me a ball I can actually lift.
"I dunno. I guess OK." He's either being a mystery or just a butthead about it Angie. I'm thinking butthead personally.
I start to think I'll have to ask Angie about this, but really should I? As it is, he says I stress too much. And I really don't want to stress out about Will and Angie. Whatever happens. Happens.