Chapter 48 : If I Can't Have You…

Kenny's POV "So…you and the spud, huh?" It felt weird talkin' to Jojo after all that had happened. I hadn't expected him to be there when I opened the door for Mickey and the others. Once my closest friend was almost like a brother to me, and it disturbed me how easy it was for him to just cut me out of his life. Like we'd never been close at all… If I was being honest, it didn't sit right with me. When he asked where the punch was, gesturin' to the bottle of rum he had stowed away in Ricky's coat, I had expected him to just go where I pointed. It felt bizarre for him to suggest I follow like we were still on good terms. I couldn't read him like I used to, his thin smile meant a thousand things and nothin' at all. I was all shaken up, and rather than make a scene—embarrassin' myself, our friends, Wells—I joined him by the punch bowl. And he hadn't said a fuckin' word. Until the quiet forced him to do small talk. Measly impersonal small talk. I don't know