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So here was the problem: Laila Bjorgman might have a crush on Evie Grimhilde. Like, a complete and total full-blown crush where her heart skipped a beat everytime Evie texted her, everytime they facetimed and Evie laughed and Laila found it extremely hard to hide her rosy cheeks. The kind of crush where whenever there was a comfortable silence, Laila had to restrain herself from blurting out I like you! through the phone.
After months of completely denying any sort of non-platonic feelings for Evie, Laila had woken up one morning, checked her phone, saw a positively heart-warming good morning message from Evie, and knew—she knew she had it bad. It had crept up and hit her so suddenly that she'd had to sit down. it was like her eyes had been opened and now she saw everything, no longer blind to her own feelings. The thing was, though, Laila felt like she'd had the crush for a while, longer than she had realised... and if she really thought about it, even since the first time they met, she had found Evie to be cute. Perhaps that was when it had started, and she'd just never realised it.
They had never run out of things to say, too. Whether it be about friends, Chemistry (Evie had been helping Laila try to understand it... and she was pleased to report that it was going well! She understood Chemistry, like, ten percent more now!), or the most recent stupid thing Ingrid did, they never seemed to run out of topics to talk about.
"Wait, so she pushed you down a hill?"
Laila rolled her eyes. She fell back onto her bed and groaned, moving her phone from one ear to the other. Her and Evie had been on a call for almost an hour, and Laila's hand was getting a little tired from holding the phone up. "Ugh, yes! It was so cold. My pants were practically drenched because of the snow."
