He hung his head, not letting the words I was curious to hear, come out his mouth. My hand shook as I reached toward him and wiped away the tears forming in his eyes. I was the cause of those tears and I was not going to let him feel hurt because of me.
Cupping my hand under his chin, I lifted his head up and leaned forward. His eyes widened in surprise as I kissed him on the forehead lightly then hugged him tightly.
"I know you're hiding something from me but you don't have to tell me because I know."
He pulled back and stared into my eyes in shock and happiness. "You-you do?"
I nodded. "You want me to be happy and you know that reuniting me with my dad is the way to do it. Right?"
I didn't understand the expression that crossed his face when I said this. But I was certain that this was what he wanted to say...I was right, wasn't I?
"Yeah, that's it,'" he said, not meeting my eyes. Sighing, I took hold of his hand and stood up.
"Come on, let's go home."
The moment I came home with Evan, my mom's face lit up as we walked through the door. She hugged Evan and I noticed the tears in her eyes. Over time, I realized that Mom had started thinking of my best friend as her own son. She sure had missed him just like I had too.
"I'm glad you're back," she said then stepped back from their embrace to hug me.
"Now you two must be hungry. C'mon, dinner time."
I shook my head at her. "I'm not hungry mom, but Evan must be." Then to him, I said, "I'll be waiting upstairs."
And so I did. I knew this night won't be like any other. Evan and I were going to have to talk things through.