Coming Over

He called this morning and wants to come over and have lunch. I don't remember the last time he wanted to come to my house. Honestly, I'm a little scared. Usually when he asks me to do things with him, it means he has something he wants to tell me and things he wants to tell me are never good. But I'm not really sure what it is. It could be something about the ex that he wants to get off his chest. It could be that he has the hots for the brown eyed girl in class and wants my blessing to go out with her, which I would never give, but that ultimately it wouldn't matter much anyway. It could be some family thing. It could be something about me.

Then again, it could be nothing. Actually, I wish it was so that he could come over and profess his undying devotion to me and we could start over from the beginning, but I have come to realize that that will never happen, so there's no use preparing for it. One thing I do have to do is clean up around here, because if I don't, he will make fun of me incessantly. Sigh. I wish coming over for lunch wasn't so complicated.