Dave wants me to wait there so that he can go and bring his bike, but one look at my face and he decides that I can come along. We reach the garage, his fingers grazing my elbow lightly, and I wait outside as he brings his bike. I hop up on the pillion and we leave for my room.
I try to hide the mess of my room from his view as I swiftly begin to pick everything from the bed, but to my dismay, Dave sees the packets of cigarettes and grass. His face falls, but he doesn't comment.
I leave everything but the cigarettes on the bed. He climbs up and pats beside him to tell me to sit down.
"Hey, Piggy. Are you okay?" he smiles.
I look at his face, and I am instantly okay.
