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“Well, I just knew he’d be busy with the bar…” I offer vaguely trying to escape her scrutiny.
She starts making chicken noises like she’s still twelve, but nevertheless, it makes me laugh. I throw a pillow at her to get her to stop just as our parents flow into the room.
Katie’s right. I did chicken out yesterday.
Lane has been my friend for so long that it feels so awkward even thinking he might feel more for me than I do him. Everyone seems to think it’s true.
What happens if it is?
I’d hate to be put in that situation. It may just be something that our friendship could never recover from.
Soon.
I’ll do it soon...
