BonziWoods

"You're still awake?" It was one of the most stupid questions I'd heard Evelyn ask lately. She probably realized this as soon as it was out of her mouth. I looked for a way to mock her inquiry, but I was tired and simply slumped lower in my window seat. "I'm always awake." I stared up at the moon, pressing my face against the cold window pane. Uncrossing my arms only long enough to pull up my black Chiodos hoodie over my head, tugging it forward to block as much of my face as I could; I knew I was being rude to her. I didn't want to see what her reaction might be. I heard her sigh, and from the reflection on the window I could see her rub