"I ran," she replied, moving past him and into the house. She wanted to get off the street in case she broke down in tears. Crying was not meant for front yards. It was meant for bedrooms and living rooms-- either way, behind closed doors. She figured he wouldn't mind, since she used to always be over there, and at this point, there wasn't much etiquette on coming over anymore. Still.
"Can we go to your room? I need to talk, and I don't want your entire family walking in on us." She looked at him pleadingly, hoping he'd say yes.