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“I mean, adult-identified ADHD. But I don’t really like to look at it as something that’s wrong with me.”
tilting her
“Oh my god.” Emma’s words came out on a whine as she fell back onto her mattress, bringing her hands up to cover her face. “I’m going to choose to believe that there’s not a fire out there, right? Please tell me you aren’t keeping us in here because of a fire.”
Regan held up her hand. “No, no, the story isn’t over. This part is really interesting: imagine my even bigger surprise when your mom tells me that you and I are in a relationship!” There. Satisfied, she crossed her arms and nodded at Emma. “Now it’s your turn.” Emma didn’t immediately launch into her usual commentary, however. Instead, her jaw went slack as those blue eyes
“It’s not for me,” Regan informed her, lightly stroking her thumb over Emma’s as she shook her hand. “But, in what I’m sure is the worst part for you, it’s a situation in which you need me.”
“Believe it or not, that’s actually not the worst part for me right now. So don’t flatter yourself.”
“It was kinda fun,” she admitted. “I love being on the inside of a good secret. A little scheme.”
“You need to be with someone who treats you well,” her
“But you never try with me. You never give me the benefit of the doubt or try to see anything from my side. You decided who I was the day we met – over an accident – and that was it.”
“So, congratulations, Emma; you finally get exactly what you’ve wanted since you moved in. I’ll stop texting you, stop trying to hang out with you. You wanted a roommate you barely have to speak to, and you finally got her. Because I am so done trying.”
“I’ve never had a roommate that wanted to spend time with me the way you do,”
“I’ve never really met anyone that seems to want to get to know me the way you do.”
“And I think I’ve dug my heels in even harder with you because I don’t understand why you feel that way, especially when all I’ve done is push you away. So, it makes me feel… uncomfortable. And a little…” “Prickly,”
“Guarded.”
“Looks like we have a real what happens when an unstoppable force meets an unmovable object situation on our hands,”
“You putting in effort to our friendship doesn’t mean you don’t have opinions; I’m fully aware you have them. And we won’t ever get anywhere if we aren’t being ourselves.”
“This stays between you and me – all of it. Even if you don’t tell me the whole story.”
She didn’t realize what exactly she’d said to make the sweet playfulness drop from Regan’s expression, shifting to something that looked curious.
“Um… yeah,” Regan quietly agreed, still looking intently at Emma.
“You look like all of those classic sculptures of women in a museum. Like a piece of art.”

