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        WILL EASILY NOTICE SOMETHING OFF  about the other girl,  the two meeting up for ice cream  - milkshakes  -  at the newest parlor in hawkins  ( rip scoops ahoy, their flavors and steve harrington in that uniform will be missed ),  eyes flickering to chrissy's melted sunday.  she looks sad,  and betty knows a thing or two about being a girl haunted with a perpetual sadness.   " my mom's gonna call your mom this friday, "   betty says lazily,  plastic straw bouncing against her lips as she speaks.   " i wanted to have a girl's night, just me and you. my internship is wearing me out and i got robin to reserve  pretty in pink  for me at family video. "

lexa gives a slow nod in response to the cheerleader. " i get it, " because she truly does, even if she had still hoped they could make things work. emerald eyes drift away from looking at chrissy directly, a part of her terrified concerned she'll start to get emotional if she maintains eye contact. " i, uh, still have an extra ticket if you wanted to go to the game? " they could still support one another's endeavors like friends do, right?

Eddie knew how that could be he knew it too well. When he had first moved to Hawkins he had no one. No one wanted to be his friend or try to understand who he was as a person. It wasn't until he'd basically forced Jeff to be his friend that he had gotten anywhere. Now he felt he could talk to Jeff and Gareth about anything and God had he. He should be that for someone he should do that for someone, for her. He makes a show of grabbing two chairs bringing one over to her before he sits down in the other. "Well I'm down to listen whatever you want to talk about. I may ask a question or two but I will try my best to save all questions until the end." He says with a little smile. He's teasing of course though he does want to hear what she has to say. "Go on give me your worst. I promise I only have 3 friends so I really don't have people to spill your secrets to."

"yeah, when it's something like finishing an essay or cleaning something." but the idea of social requirements has always made her bristle. she found it frustrating, partially due to her not ever really understanding what those requirements were. "this is just...it's bullshit."

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still, caught in her fabrication, she chuckles a little bit. "so close. but what can i say, a grim exaggeration to set the tone never killed anyone." and right now, things certainly felt grim enough to opt for a darker sense of humor.

"okay, well, don't do that." very helpful. admittedly, addy is...generally not the sort of person someone looks to for comfort. she's so used to ignoring her own feelings that she's not particularly good at handling other's feelings. "i mean, it's not...any worse than anything we've dealt with before, right?"

               “   The   idea   of   perfection   holds   me.   ” @herhaunts