Hal, Can You Tell Me What's Wrong?

No, he couldn't. He had it bottled up inside, writhing, seething, an animal in his gut chewing its way out and choking on the bile. He had to tell Candie. She deserved to know...the girl who wore his class ring, the girl who baked him cookies and who he took to the pictures once a week. They were going steady and solid for a whole month now. Everyone knew that Candie was his girl. But - he had to admit it to himself, really...he really wanted to be Richard's steady.