I sat quietly in the car as I thought over last night and how I had made out with Brooke. I knew she was still in high school but I never asked what grad and for a moment I was worried that i may have made a mistake. She didn't look like she was too young but we also did not really do anything last night. So I knew I was going to have to ask her when we had some time alone as to how old she was... That just sounded like a bad idea since some women didn't like telling their age but for now I carried groceries to the elevator with my mom and Brooke.<br/><br/>When we got inside my mom pushed us both out of the kitchen and started setting up and preparing dinner, 'Um so I guess we can just watch tv? Or you can read your book?" I scratched the back of my head as i thought about wether or not we had a relationship and if Brooke saw it that way.