Chapter 11
4
It was the week before Christmas. I’d been walking along Gamble Street for the past three days, with no sign of Mark. I had mixed emotions about this. The weather was really cold now, so I was glad he wasn’t out in the harsh weather so much, but I was missing him. I had grown very fond of him; I could quite easily be falling in love with him. Of course I couldn’t tell him this. It was unlikely he’d feel the same way about me, and if he rejected me, even though he’d probably do it as gently as it could be done, I’d be devastated. I’m not very good at handling rejection.
By the fourth day of not seeing Mark I was beginning to get worried. Knowing I needed some answers, I timidly approached one of the other boys I’d seen on the corner near Mark before. “Um, have you seen Mark? I’ve walked down here for the past few days, but he’s not been around and…”
The guy looked at me for a moment. He seemed to come to a decision and asked, “You Simon?”
“Yes.”