“Probably.

“So that’s like.. We definitely should.”

“Heh… Wonder if we both did that-”

“Same… He should know better though, like, we totally gotta use that to mess with him.”

“Right… yeah. ‘Kay. 

“So you uh– So Crow gets all flustered when y’call him cute, huh.”

… She’s gonna let her hand drop, and let both of them clutch the bottle down in front of her, letting it tap against her thighs.

“… You… You wanna keep bein friends?”

Dunno what you think you’d get out of that, she’s not even looking your way.

“.. Yeah, well, I’m fine.”

“Yeah, no, you– Literally no one’s good at dealing with me. You’re fine.

“…. Whatever. Uh– Any… Anything else?”

    “It’s not- It’s not you. I just... Mm-”

… She’ll shake her head. “Sorry.”

“I. Sorry, no–  No, but like,” With a sniff, she’ll shift around. “Man, just the fact that you showed up after a damn one-word message– After all the shit I gave you– You guys fucking act like you wanna. Like you’re in this for the long haul, and that– man, no..”

… She– God, she’ll squeeze the bottle in hand, and just- … What… Whatever.

“… I don’t… I- … I am sorry.” Even if saying it, somehow, caused those tears to well up more– she’ll turn her head further. “I acted like an ass and I don’t. You don’t… deserve that shit. … But yeah. I didn’t call cuz I didn’t–

“… Like… I am an ass through and through, and that’s. Not really gonna change, so like. You don’t- Need to put up with my shit anymore. That’s why.”

She– Ugh, that’s not… She’ll look away, a colder and more defeated expression of yeah, you don’t get it. But whatever.

                                         She’ll brush the corner of her eye again, though,                                             and try to work around the returning lump.

“Yeah, that’s.. I didn’t have anything to say.”

     She... She knew the words felt wrong the moment they left her mouth. But, she just- she doesn’t know what to say to her. Maybe she’s the bad friend here-

“God, shit, I don’t know. The fact that my best friend’s gone. That my parents hated me since I learned how to think. That the only damn thing I’m good at is computers. That I can’t fucking-” A glance over to her– Ugh. She’ll take another drink. “That I fucked up and got you losers to start worrying about me, like man, I’m not… I’m literally the worst person for you to wanna be friends with.”

    “I’m sorry about all that shit. But, like, everyone’s got their baggage and rough edges.” She’ll sigh a bit and lean back a bit. “ I don’t like you cause you’re good at computers and all that, though. I don’t even like you cause we joke around all the time. I just... I like you. Rough edges and all that. Even if the roughest edge is you’re an asshole sometimes.”