Chapter8

#Chapter8

/"Are you sure about this?/" Joel asked from where he sat on the couch. My flask of milkshake resided in one hand while the other hovered over the touchpad of his laptop.

/"Yes./" I gave a small nod from where I sat on the carpet. I was making Pluto jump on Vinnie's head, my skelly-ton doggy punishing my traitorous dino pal.

/"Once I hit buy that's it. It's a lot of money, Asa. It will take up a big portion of your monthly spending money./"

Joel had been true to his word. These last few days he had been amazing. He had become my bestest friend in the whole wide world, as well as the firm but doting hand I had spent a good portion of my life craving. When my first paycheque had come through—almost a grand including tips! That was more money than I had ever had to myself at one time—he had helped me figure out how to make it last the month.