Chapter 12: Gabriel
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We’re sitting again, opposite balconies, similar cushions. Cam is wearing a bright yellow hat that makes everything feel slightly out of place, like if someone left for the weekend and all of their furniture was shifted two centimetres to the right. He never wears actual colours.
"Gabriel says the new girl in his class is hot. Her name is Kat." He looks positively beside himself with mirth.
"Oh really?" Quite frankly, I do not dress for boys, and it seems that's required to be considered hot. At least in high school, though it’s something that entirely escapes my scope of interest.
He smirks, further deepening the dimples marking each cheek. "He wants to ask you to the annual family dinner. It’s actually not a bad night; no one cares about underage drinking if you’re at least in high school and at least two of my mom’s friends will hook up when they shouldn’t."
“That sounds like a middle-age orgy. No thanks.”
He snorts. "I think he's smitten."
"That's really too bad."
"Indeed. And I'm the aromantic in this relationship?"
“Relationship?” I ask and feel my eyebrows furrow all by themselves. I think that to be friends; two people need to have a defining moment, a defining of the friendship, really. Not that I have hordes of experience, it’s really a theoretical philosophy.
“Friendship.” He corrects, grinning.
"We're friends?" It half question, half statement.
"Aren't we?" He arches an eyebrow, and I feel a slight flutter of happiness — a tiny flutter.
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