Jack.
We have been fighting.
Okay, maybe not fighting. Things have been weird between us since that night. He doesn't want to trust me and I don't know what else I can say or do to prove to him that I am on his side. He has something that is bothering him. It must be something big.
Something that I want to know.
It has been two days since Lance went back to his apartment. He could probably tell that things are weird between us and if I know my best friend, he wouldn't want to be an intrusion.
I have also noticed that Trick seems to be spending more time at work. He talked about moving. I don't want to move. My dad is still here and I need to be checking on him. He might hate my guts but I still want to make sure he is alive. He has to live long enough to see me make something of myself.
