“It’s fine, I don’t expect you to. It’s weird. Even for me, it’s weird.”
She nodded.
“So, you’ve always been like this?”
Inhale, exhale.
“I’ve always been me.”
Strawberries.
“I guess that’s what counts,” Madeline muttered quietly.
Exhale, inhale.
You like who you like, she told herself.
“Yeah,” Agatha nodded, and then gestured with the pen again. “We should hang out.”
In confusion, Madeline looked at her.
“What, me and you?”
Agatha nodded.
“Yeah, me and you. We like the same bands, right? So, let’s hang out. Get coffee or a drink if you’re up for it. Let’s do stuff.”
Madeline found herself staring intently at her own feet, her dirty white Converse stained with the rain and dirt of a long winter.
“I didn’t think you liked me,” she murmured.
Agatha laughed loudly.
“Why did y
