After the firework show, Rhys parted ways with us, saying that he would get a ride home with his dad. He didn't want us to make the extra trip just to drop him off when he can just wait until his dad is ready to go.
It was an easygoing ride home with Zeke driving, and Dave and Noah sleeping. I just gazed out the window, watching as we passed by other cars. I wonder what kind of life they lead? Are they happy? Sad? Going to work? Going home? A vacation? Especially when it's so late in the night like this.
"Are you sad about seeing Jeremy with his family?" Zeke asked, looking at me through the rear view mirror.
I shook my head. "Not really. He has his family, and it wouldn't be right to be jealous."
"It's okay to be jealous, as long as you don't act on that jealousy and say something you might regret." Zeke tried to comfort me.
But I didn't need it. "Really, I'm good. I don't want anything to do with them."
