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chapter twenty-three , And to think I was getting better
a/n : this chapter is—WHOO just brace yourselves
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"So...you and Steve aren't friends anymore?"
Gus sighs, "Nope." She sips her coffee.
Jonathan glances at the ceiling. "So, that's friendship break-up number...?"
"Okay—screw you!" Gus laughs softly.
Jonathan smiles as Gus continues to laugh. She looks down at her coffee and the corner of her mouth twitches. "So, what about you and Miss Wheeler?"
Jonathan rolls his eyes. "We're not doing this—"
"Oh, come on!" Gus holds her arms out. "You can talk to me about my issues with my huge crush on a taken boy but I can't talk to you about yours on a taken girl?"
"Yes." Jonathan nods his head. "Because when I talk about it, it's funny. When you talk about it, you make the both of us sad."
Gus scrunches her nose. "I mean, I'll only be sad when you're not sad."
"But I'm sad all the time." Jonathan states.
Gus arches a brow. "Exactly. Which means you've never seen me sad." She leans toward the boy. "And you never will."
Jonathan squints his eyes. "Wanna bet?"
Gus shifts her eyes to the hand Jonathan was holding out toward her. "Yeah, I wanna bet...$10,000–"
"Neither of us has that much money." Jonathan sighs.
Gus slumps her shoulders. "I know, imagine if we did though..." she sighs. "I'd buy a million bunnies."
"Speaking of which. How is Hedwig doing?" Jonathan asks.
Gus' brows raise. "Awesome—actually! He recognizes his name now." She balls her fists and squeals. "He is so fucking cute, J. Every time I walk into my room and see him I want to scream."
Jonathan laughs softly and looks at his hands. Gus cranes her neck forward, "How's Randy doing?"
"Randy's good. He's a slow walker." Jonathan sips his coffee.
Gus raises her brows and sputters out a laugh. "You're so awkward."
Jonathan presses his lips together. "I thought we already knew this?"
"Tell me more about Randall, man." Gus lightly pats the back of her hand on Jonathan's arm.
"Okay, okay. Uh...he likes celery."
Gus wrinkles her nose. "Oh...that's...nice and healthy." She bites the inside of her cheek. "Good for him."
"You know what you should do?" Gus points at him. "Give him strawberries."
