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I bring my arms around his body, gently tracing my nails over his back for some backrubs. “Okay,” I whisper, “Good night.”
“Good night.”
He already said that, but I’m too tired to tell him.
Just like that, I drift off to sleep with my favorite person right on top of me.
47
Sofia
“when we were younger / we wore our hearts right on our sleeves”—Little League by Conan Gray
Someone knocks on my doorjust a second after waking up.
For the first knock, I am sure it was just in my dream, but then that certain someone knocks again, making this pretty realistic.
“Who’s there?” I call out, not bothering to even get out of bed yet.
It’s not Aaron, that much I know for sure. He would be barging in here, possibly even throwing himself on top of me only so I would get up or give him some cuddles.
Who would have thought Aaron Marsh would love cuddles? Not me.
And besides, Aaron has left to help my parents with grocery shopping. Or I just dreamed that when he woke me up and told me. Either way, I don’t really care.
“Uh, Lily. Can I come in or is this a bad time?”
Lily? Oh. Lily.
She’s been staying here for a week. I cannot believe I haven’tonceasked her to see my room. Is that what people do? Show their friends their rooms?
No? Alright.
Anyway.
“No, yes. Come in.” I sit up, running my hands down my face to… what? Make myself appear less asleep? Rub the sleep off my face?
The door opens and she comes walking inside, stopping halfway through the door. “Oh, wow. This is… purple.”
She looks around my room, until they eventually settle on the frog on my bed. She comes walking in all the way, closing the door. In what must be a heartbeat, she’s over by my bed, taking the frog in her hands.
“So you guys really did switch them, huh? I thought Aaron made that up so I would be… I don’t know, less suspicious about your relationship when I used to hate it,” she says.
“Wait,switchedthem? Aaron gave me his because I lost mine.” I don’t remember anything aboutswitchingmy stuffed frog with his.
Lily chuckles, putting the frog back down on my bed. “Yeah, he told me you stopped by before you left for Germany so you could switch the frogs. Apparently, you liked his better and he didn’t want to be mean and say no when he didn’t know when he would see you again.”
“I… I never asked for his. I stopped by to say goodbye and then I told him I lost mine. He just gave me his.”
Shrugging, Lily walks over to my dresser, looking at the pictures standing on it as well as the ones on my wall. “I suppose he just wanted to keep something of yours, so he stole it and gave you his as a replacement.”
“He had the necklace.”
Lily doesn’t even look at me when she waves me off, not agreeing with my words. “Yeah, but the necklace didn’tsmelllike you.”
“We were eight, Lily.” I get off the bed, walking over to her. Well, to my dresser because I should really get dressed sometime soonish.
“Mhm, and I was blind as fuck, clearly.” She points at one of the pictures on my wall. It’s a picture of Aaron, Lily, and me.
