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He probably thinks I’m such a loser.
A crybaby.
Not that I actually cried, but I might as well have with how upset I got.
“I’m sorry,” he says in a soft, barely-there voice.
I shake my head. “You didn’t do anything.”
He tilts his head, his pale blue eyes shining back at me. “You’re her big brother.”
I frown.
“I should’ve asked you if it was okay first.”
“We’re twins,” I say.
He shakes his head. “You’re still older. And even if you weren’t…”
“Do you like her? Like…like her-like her I mean.”
He twists his lips together and shrugs. “Yeah. Yeah I think so.”
Throat thick, I nod. “And she likes you.”
His face flushes, and my stomach gets all twisted up.
Remembering what Mom told me—even though she was referring to Izzy—I force myself to speak, to use my words. “I just…what if you break up?”
He’s the one frowning now.
“Will you still be friends?”
His frown only deepens and he nods quickly. “Yes.” Something tells me that the alternative didn’t even occur to him. He nods more determinedly. “We’re friends first, no matter what. That’s not changing.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“And nothing changes for me and you, right?” he says, and there’s a worried pinch to his features now that wasn’t there before. “We’re still best friends?”
I lift a shoulder. “If that’s what you want.”
“Yes,” he blurts before I even fully get the words out. Then, “I don’t want anything to change.”
The tightness in my chest loosens a bit, and I inhale deeply, nodding with my exhale. “Okay, good. Me neither.”
He tilts his head. “Is that why you got upset?”
I stare at those light blue eyes, and a weird twist of…of something curls up inside me, stretching into my throat, trapping words there that I…well, I don’t really know what they are or how to explain them.
All I know is I’m nodding…
And it feels like a lie.
Fortunately, Mason doesn’t seem to notice anything weird or suspicious. “I’m sorry. I didn’t…I didn’t know she was gonna do that today. I should’ve talked to you first. Made sure it’s okay with you. I don’t want you to be mad.”
I shake my head. “I’m not mad at you.” I’m not… “She can do what she wants.”
And she will anyway…
