Meanwhile at Omar's home, Omar was lying in his bed reading the graphic novel book he borrowed from the library. On his desk, there were at least five juice boxes he drank when reading his book, just to try and soothe him only to take some bathroom breaks now and then.
As he turned the next page, Omar saw a picture of the prince holding the princess in his arms when it suddenly visualized into a replacement image of him holding Craig, who had a lovey dovey shining expression on his face while touching Omar's right cheek with his hand in a tender way! Omar flinched when he saw that and felt his cheeks turn red yet again. He shook his head violently. "Uhh! Shake it off!" Omar scolded himself as the image of him and Craig changed back to the original image of the prince and princess. He slammed the book shut and placed his arm over his face, groaning. "Maybe it was dumb of me to say to Craig about how I feel about him." Omar mumbled, feeling regret in his heart. He didn't know what else to do, as it was too late to turn back time and change everything anyway. Just then, Omar heard his phone buzz as he picked it off his nightstand and his eyes widened when it was a call coming from Craig.
Hesitantly, Omar tapped on the call button and brought his phone to his ear. "Hello?" he asked.
"H-hey Omar." responded Craig with a stammer. "Hey Craig, 'sup?" he replied in question. Craig, on the other end of the call, cleared his throat before he began to speak. "Nothing much. I was just calling you to ask if you're okay." he could feel his cheeks flush again. "Um yeah. Everything's fine, I'm holding up. Anyways, just doing you know the usual, shooting arrows, reading comics, and stuff." lied Omar, his cheeks also flushing as he rubbed the back of his head. "That's cool. Hey listen, about what you said to me the other day," began Craig as Omar's eyes widened and his lips became a straight line. "Oh uh yeah that. Listen Craig, I'm sorry I said that to you. It's just that I've-" Omar was saying apologetically, but was cut off by Craig. "No no! It's cool Omar, I know you meant what you meant. Listen, I've been thinking about it and uh, well…" Craig stopped for a second, then continued, "I think I've made up my mind now. But I can't tell you right now, not in our phones anyway. How about we meet at the Overpass tomorrow at 12 noon and I'll tell you? Sounds okay?"
"Hmm…" Omar thought for a moment then nodded. "Yeah. Alright, I'll meet ya there." Craig smiled. "Cool. However, I might be coming late, so you don't mind if I come around 12 or something?" Omar shook his head. "Nah. I can wait." he reassured as Craig replied back, "Alright. See you there then." he said as the call ended and Omar landed his hand with his phone in his palm on his bed. He was happy to know that Craig wanted to talk to him again, but Omar was mostly worried about what he'll say and what he should do. Should he talk to his parents, his sister, or his brother-in-law about it? Again, Omar shook his head but softly this time. "No. None of my folks will help me," he said with a sigh before brightening a bit as a thought came to him. "But maybe there's someone else who can."
With his phone still in his hand, Omar scrolled down the list of his friends' phone numbers until he found the one he needed. With a shaky thumb, he tapped on the phone number until there was the sound of ringing. Finally, the ringing stopped as someone calling came on and Omar brought his phone back to his ear.
"Hello? It's me, Omar," he responded in a deadpan tone as the person talking to him in the phone said hello back and asks him if he was okay. "Yeah, I'm okay. You free tomorrow, though?" Omar hoped that whoever he was calling would answer the good news. Luckily, she did as she told Omar that she was off tomorrow. "Good. Now listen, I need your help. It's about me and Craig. You know Craig? The Craig of the Creek? The kid who saved the Creek from King Xavier when we were in the Capture the Flag war one summer ago." he blushed again, while twirling a bit of his dreadlock hair around his finger, as the person calling Omar asked in worry if something went wrong with them, but he shook his head. "No, we're fine." reassured Omar as he resumed the call. "It's mostly me who has a problem. It might sound weird, but I know you'll understand... I hope." Omar added through gritted teeth, making sure that his caller wouldn't hear him say that. "Anyway, meet me at the Overpass at 12 noon tomorrow, and I'll tell you everything." The person calling him said okay and that she'll meet him at the Overpass tomorrow. "Thanks. See ya." After the call was over, Omar let out a quiet sigh and laid his head on his pillow, drifting off to sleep.
