i really hate you, i think?

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girlxgirl

"what are you doing?" i asked, refusing the urge to wrap it closer around me
"you seemed cold."

"oh. thanks,"

she shrugged it off, picking up a small rock from the porch

"what are you doing out here?" she asked,

"the music was loud." i responded, not meeting her gaze

she looked as if she'd just noticed me, peering inside the cup

"have you been drinking?"

"a little."
i wasn't in the mood to talk, specifically to sage

i stood up suddenly, my vision going blurry for a second as i did

"i'm leaving now."

"it's late. do you have a ride?" she glanced up, and it was indeed dark outside

"i like it when it's late though."
"thats, nice? and it's also not what i asked."
"what did you ask?"

"i thought you only drank a little?"
"i did say that."
"you're drunk brynn."
i scrunched up my nose, looking up at the sky

"do you want me to drive you home?" sage asked
"no."
"do you have a ride home?"
"i can walk."

i almost stumbled over a rock as i walked down the driveaway

"i'll drive you." she stood up as well, jogging over to me

"i want to walk." "i can walk you home."