"I was thinking of making lasagna, you know your favorite. I know you have that dance thing tonight, so I'll make it earlier."
The words felt like a just a noise.
All Alan could he was "Jack is here.".
He pulled the car into the lot of a tire shop. The guys inside were on a break or something just looking at their phone. Alan did the same.
There was no text. No anything. He check instagram or snapchat, all of Jacks accounts were dead. A small post in his instagram to eat more protein, but that was it.
What is going on he thought. He thought about calling Jack but didn't. This was good, he took a breath, this is fine, this is kind of just what I wanted. I wanted to see Jack.
His mom could be joking, she did that sometimes.
"Okay."
He reversed out of the spot, and went towards home. He saw a white Honda in front of his house.
He pulled up in the street behind the Honda, California plates he thought. Weird.
He got inside, and immediately heard his mom telling Jack.
"Between you and me, I think he likes this
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, but you guys will have fun tonight at this dance thing. Ah its just like highschool"
"Jack?"
"Alan! I'm so glad you texted me about this party!"
"Oh yeah, where's your, you know the cool car."
"Oh uh, you know gotta travel less flashy."
There was a long pause, and then the oven timer went off.
"Dinner time." His mom said. And Alan sat down wondering why Jack was here.
His mom dished them both a large plate of lasagna.
