Britt decided to start with little freckled cheeks and whiskers.
Casey giggled.
“Shhh,” Britt said. “Hold still. You’re wiggling. Wiggling and giggling.”
“But I have to. That’s what they do. Bunnies wiggle.” She wiggled her nose up and down.
They erupted into such a storm of giggles that Casey fell off the bench.
“Whoop!” Britt seized her arm and hauled her back up onto it. “Okay, shhh, shhhh. Sheriously. Sheriously. Hold still.”
“Okay. Okay.”
Britt went to work on drawing little oblong ears over Casey’s eyebrows. She meticulously—especially for someone so full of margaritas—colored in a little black nose.
“That tickles. I might sneeze.”
“Shhhh. Don’t. We’re almost done.”
She finished off the whiskers. And then leaned back.
“OH. MY. GOSH. OHMYGOSH. You are so CUTE, Casey!”
“Yay!” Casey exulted. “Cuter than Rebecca?”
“Somuch cuter. Wait—let me finish that one whisker!”
“No, YOU’RE cuter.” She nudged Britt so hard she was on her way off the bus bench. She flailed out for Casey, who snatched her upright just in time.
“But Britt... Britt... I need to tell you something.”
Casey seized Britt’s hands in hers and earnestly gripped them. Her expression was suddenly mournful and deadly earnest.
Which was hilarious because she was now a bunny.
“What? You can tell me anything, Casey.”
“Okay. I want you not to feel sad. It’s just...” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “I love your hair. But Rebecca Corday... has super great hair. I want to play with it. I want to braid it and blow it dry.”
Britt laughed. “That’s okay. I think her hair is pretty, too. Know what else Ihatethat has really cool foofy hair? I’ll whisper it to you.”
She leaned toward Casey and did just that, right into her ear.
Casey sat bolt upright. She was utterly motionless a moment.
And then a slow evil smile spread all over her face.
“I have an idea,” Casey said.
Britt struggled awake to the sound of her phone ringing and ringing and ringing. Whose ringtone was “White Rabbit”? When had that happened?
She fumbled for it with some effort and slid the call to answer.
She tried to say, “Hello.”
It came out, “Unnh.”
“BRITT! Oh my God, you finally answered! You alive? I was so worried! You didn’t wake up when I texted.” It was Casey, and she was whispering.Stage-whispering. Her roommate must be home.
