I just stared at Freddie for a minute or so. The silence seemed to fit the mood perfectly. Mystery lingered in the air, but I knew that something bad was soon to follow. I was afraid to hear what it was.
I didn't want to pressure him into explaining what happened, but I didn't want him to remain silent and leave either. I had to slowly make him talk. "Freddie..."
"...yeah?" He looked like he was about to cry at any second, but he stayed strong and kept it inside.
"How did you screw up?" I felt that a straight forward question would work best. It required no extra thought processes or anything.
Instead of answering the question directly-- like I had hoped-- Freddie in turn, buried his head in his hands, nodded it up and down, saying, "I screwed up so bad, so bad."
It turned out that discovering the truth might be tougher than I had imagined. "Ok Freddie. I know you messed up. What exactly did you do?"
He then sat up and began to do various motions with his hands. His jaw had dropped as if he was speaking words, but no sound was coming out. It was as if he was in a complete state of shock.
"Freddie? What happened?"
He continued with his hand motions. "B-Book. W-r-ong. T-rouble." He then stopped his hand motions, stood up from his chair, and walked to the far corner of the garage.
I was completely confused. It had to do something with a book? "What do you mean by this 'book'?"
He had turned around and looked at me. I could hardly see him because of the lack of lighting. "My date book."
"What's wrong with your date book?"
There was a very long and nerve wrecking silence. "I put it under the wrong date..."
A/N: The date book is not a girlfriend/boyfriend date book. It's like a calendar.
I didn't want to pressure him into explaining what happened, but I didn't want him to remain silent and leave either. I had to slowly make him talk. "Freddie..."
"...yeah?" He looked like he was about to cry at any second, but he stayed strong and kept it inside.
"How did you screw up?" I felt that a straight forward question would work best. It required no extra thought processes or anything.
Instead of answering the question directly-- like I had hoped-- Freddie in turn, buried his head in his hands, nodded it up and down, saying, "I screwed up so bad, so bad."
It turned out that discovering the truth might be tougher than I had imagined. "Ok Freddie. I know you messed up. What exactly did you do?"
He then sat up and began to do various motions with his hands. His jaw had dropped as if he was speaking words, but no sound was coming out. It was as if he was in a complete state of shock.
"Freddie? What happened?"
He continued with his hand motions. "B-Book. W-r-ong. T-rouble." He then stopped his hand motions, stood up from his chair, and walked to the far corner of the garage.
I was completely confused. It had to do something with a book? "What do you mean by this 'book'?"
He had turned around and looked at me. I could hardly see him because of the lack of lighting. "My date book."
"What's wrong with your date book?"
There was a very long and nerve wrecking silence. "I put it under the wrong date..."
A/N: The date book is not a girlfriend/boyfriend date book. It's like a calendar.