Once Gordie was gone, I needed a moment to think to myself.
I knew the reason I was with Chris. The reason was because I felt bad for him. But it wasn't only that. It was because he was the sweetest guy I had ever met and because he dealt with the crude comments every day. And it wasn't only that, but he loved me, and I loved him.
It didn't hurt that he was gorgeous as well.
I heard something outside of the door as I stood in the living room.
Slowly, I opened the door again to see Gordie still on the porch. He hadn't moved an inch since I closed the door on him.
He looked like he needed answers, "Really? Why do you like him?"
I sighed, "Because I do Gord-o."
"But why?"
I tried explaining to him why I loved him and why we were together. But whenever I started a new sentence he just seemed more confused, or unhappy.
He nodded though.
"Look Gordie, I just like him okay? Is there a problem with that?"
I realized immediately afterwards, that that was a bad thing to ask. Of course there was something wrong with that. For some reason or another he didn't like me being with Chris.
"I need to talk to you about something Cass."
I hadn't expected that, "Okay." He came in again and sat himself down on the sofa.
"So, what is it?" I asked him, waiting for an answer.
He was silent for another minute, while I patiently sat beside him.
"There is a reason I don't like you guys together."
He was so blunt about it. I was quite shocked that he would actually say it, even though I already knew.
I continued to wait for him to go on.
"I like you okay?"
He almost shouted it, like he was angry that I had never noticed.
Then he got up and walked out the front door.
He turned around one last time to look at me as he said, "I have since the first day I met you in the tree house."
And with that, he walked down the porch steps and didn't look back.