by Katie Watsky
Ever since I was little, I’ve had the same friend group. Noah, Juno, and Macie. It’s always been us four. Noah’s dad called us ‘The Gang.’ We stayed together from kindergarten to high school. That deserves a medal or something. In middle school I started dating Noah. It didn’t last long, but our friendship didn’t waver.
After high school, our friendship fell apart. No one was quite sure what they wanted to do and it was awkward. Noah left town without warning and didn’t come back for three months. He won’t tell anyone what happened.
For about a year, we all just became neighborly and didn’t hang out. No one really knew why, but we didn’t talk.
Eventually, Juno and Macie got a job at the same record store and we all started to connect again.
That was when we started realizing Noah was acting weird.
He wouldn’t talk to us, he’d be really secretive, and he would never bring up the three months he left town no matter how many times you asked him.
We knew something was up.