The Decision

The front door is unlocked. It always is at this hour.

Miles pushes it open and steps inside but doesn't go further than the entryway. He just stands there in the quiet of the house, one hand still on the door frame, eyes on his phone.

Janice's text sits on the screen exactly as it arrived.

Hey. So I've been thinking. And my answer is yes. If you still want to go to prom together, I'd really like that.

He reads it again. Not because he missed anything the first two times. Just because it feels like the kind of message that deserves more than a glance before he decides what to do with it.

A few hours ago this was the only thing he wanted. Simple. Clean. Janice says yes, story over.

Except the last few hours were not particularly simple or clean.

He leans against the door frame and looks up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking about Aria's voice in the car. The way she said what she said without dressing it up or softening it. The way she left without looking back.

Then he looks back down at the screen.

Janice. Aria. One text. One empty street.

He already knows what he's going to do. If he's being honest with himself, he probably knew before he even walked through the door.

He opens his messages and starts typing

Authors note: You won't be able to make a choice here. The personality you picked earlier will influence the decision here.