❀ Clark ❀
“Are you just going to be on your phone all day, or are you going to give your brother a hand?” I looked up to see Camden struggling with the base of his bed. I hurriedly shoved my phone in my pocket and helped him. “She still isn’t answering?” he guessed, and I nodded as we carried the base inside and through to his bedroom.
“No. Every time I call, she ends the call, and she isn’t even reading my messages,” I said as we shifted the base until Camden was happy with it.
“Well, you can always go see her when we are done,” he suggested, but I shook my head.
“No, I have this sinking feeling that she isn’t happy with me…or something,”
“That…that sort of sucks, actually,”
“It does,” I agreed as we headed back outside. Most of the stuff was already inside. It was only his mattre
