Page 18 of The First Time
Piper: What?
Kit: That I want to text you.
Piper: So you are. But maybe you're only texting to prove it. This doesn't mean you want to. Or that you'll do it again tomorrow.
Kit: You a lawyer in training?
Piper: No.
Kit: You sure?
Piper: I'm only a college freshman, but I'm pretty sure I won't end up in law school.
Kit: Why not?
Piper: Why?
Kit: Fair enough. Do you know?
Piper: Huh?
Kit: What you'll end up doing.
Piper: Not yet.
Kit: You have time.
Piper: If you say so.
Kit: I remember being nineteen. Felt like I couldn't grow up and have my own life fast enough.
Piper: Yes, you're jaded now that you're an old man at 26.
Kit: It's a lot older than 19.
Piper: It's seven years older than 19.
Kit: That's almost half your life.
Piper: What's it like, knowing everything? Does it get exhausting?
When he doesn't reply immediately, I cringe. Was that too harsh? Kit seemed up for teasing yesterday, but that might have been a one time thing.
He might not actually want a friendship with me.
I refill my water to force myself to step away from my phone.
My heartbeat picks up as I pick it back up.
Kit: I should ask you. Is it a burden?
My lips curl into a smile. He's teasing back.
It's strange. I've known Kit for three years now. He's always been cordial, but we haven't had much in the way of meaningful one-on-one interaction. He never struck me as the playful, teasing type.
He's more intense and secretive.
And troubled.
