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“That makes no sense.” He stared at me as he crossed his arms and tapped his forearm. “You can’t know things about a person until you talk to them. See them when they are sick or at their lowest low.” His expression grew soft as he studied me.
“You’re telling me that you would know it if there was a guy, standing right in front of you, crushing on you?”
I wouldn't, not at all.
“Come on. Tell me who you’re interested in. I’ll match you with her.” He glanced over at me and his expression stilled.
ahhh
Now, whenever one is mad at the other, all we have to say is Bourne, and we have to stop what we are doing and go watch the movie. I sighed. “Really?” He shrugged. “It’s a rule.” I shook my head. “No, it’s not.” “Are you challenging our friendship code?”
He studied me. I could see the conflict in his gaze. There was a part of him that wanted to keep going with this argument and oh, there was a part of me that was daring him to try.
There was depth to his voice that told me, yes, he felt bad about what he said. After all, what else could it mean?
In more ways than just a friend. I liked him, liked him. He was sweet and kind and funny and I couldn’t believe that it had taken so long for me to see that. Man, I was an idiot.
Yes, you were..
Beatrice rolled her eyes. “Are you having a stroke? Yes. Ethan. The kid you have been friends with for like ever. He’s liked you for a while.” She shook her head. “You really didn’t know?” “No,” I exclaimed. Probably a bit too loud. She sighed. “I should have known. You were always oblivious to things like that.”
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