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The more time that ticks past, the more that Devon thinks that she has monumentally screwed up. Of course people donât like when weird girls invade their personal space to hug them when theyâre upset. Obviously thatâs exactly what they want. She is too caught up in internally berating herself that she almost misses Jordanâs reply, and the furious tirade in her head melts away. âOh,â she says as a surprised but beatific smile curls her lips. âOkay, good. I mean, good as in⌠Iâm glad that we⌠care⌠about each other.â The smile freezes a little in her utter mortification, and she quickly looks down. âI mean, you know what Iâm⌠trying to say.â She hopes.
 Thereâs something about the way that Devonâs soft reaction that has Jordan thinking that maybe, just maybe, thereâs something to read into. Except for the fact that sheâs convinced that Devon only likes her, and will ever like her ( care about her ) as a friend, and nothing else. But the more the other girl talks, the more confused she feels ( the more hopeful, the more nervous ) and she frowns, because, perhaps, she doesnât know what the girlâs trying to say. And thereâs too much going on on her mind with her parents call circling her thoughts and Devonâs words spurring up something akin to hope. â I... I guess?.â but it comes off more as a question than a confirmation and she shrugs, looking down at her lap. â I mean... weâre friends, friends care about each other, right? Is that... it? what youâre trying to say?.â














