Gracie
Brian was pacing our entire apartment, talking to himself. He was freaking out because Melissa, Jack and Hazel would be here soon. They were coming here for dinner. They suggested going out for dinner, but Brian didn’t want to talk to them in a public place, so we talked them into coming here instead. Ryland was making us all dinner: chicken korma and rice. He had even made some homemade soup, for starters.
“Brian, will you please try and calm down Take a seat before you make yourself dizzy,” I said, standing in front of him, “What if they don’t accept me and become ashamed once they know”
“Brian, you said it yourself, they won’t judge you,” I rested my hand on his arms.
“What if I am wrong” I don’t think I have ever seen someone so worried about something.
“You aren’t. Breathe and come here to sit down,” I guided him to the couch. He closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths, trying to pull himself together.