Craig and Andrew had just arrived at Craig's house after school later that day. “Would you like something to drink? We've got Coke, orange, root beer, and we have apple juice or orange juice,” asked Craig.
“Whatever's fine, thanks. Uh, apple juice I guess,” replied Andrew.
The two boys were in Craig's kitchen. Craig was doing his best to hide his nervousness, wondering what Andrew's reaction was going to be, or, more likely in Craig's mind, if he'd even believe him.
“Let's go up to my room