Help Part 12
*** Back at Danny’s house, everything was great as Danny turned the cold silver key, locking his front door as Jake made himself comfortable on the soft, black, leather sofa. Jake had been to Danny’s house hundreds of times in the past, of course he had, they were best friends, but this time, it was different. It felt special. It was the first time he had been there since they had become more than just friends. He couldn’t stop smiling. He was elated with their newly evolved...