In for the win

Chapter 20

ETHAN

"You're what?" TJ shrieks, spitting his cookie all over my face. I wipe it off with the back of my left hand as I take a deep breath.

"I'm accompanying her, that's all. As friends."

"As friends? And I'm supposed to believe you?"TJ scoffs taking out a pack of mint treasures from the table.

"Last time I checked, you and Amara were definitely more than friends. Come on man, I'm your best friend. Do you except me to believe that you are helping her out of pure -what- friendship? Nuh-uh. Not believing one inch of it."

"Fine. Maybe not. But that's not the point. She needs me, or she needs comfort. Let's say I'll be her emotional support teddy bear for the day." I hear myself chuckle.

"Okay, first of all, you're not a teddy bear, more like a grizzly, and second of all, you weren't much of a help when I broke up with Lindsey, so I doubt that you'll be much of a help to her." He says, running his hand through his thick blonde curls.

"Not fair man. That was more than five years ago. I've matured."

"You've matured."

"Yes. Trust me. I'll do my best."

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Christmas weekend was in a week. Amara had sent me all of the details of the journey, and was rummaging like crazy through my closet, in hope to find something decent for me to wear.

"No. Not decent enough. Pff. What the fuck is wrong with your closet Ethan, do you ever shop?" She'd been bitching about my closet and clothes for about half an hour, and it was starting to drive me nuts.

"Amara, insulting my closet isn't going to make things better. Plus, you're hurting it's feelings." I couldn't think about something more ridiculous than a wardrobe having feelings, but I couldn't come up with something better.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't know a piece of wood was able to contract physical emotion. Tell me again how you got into university." she grinned, throwing more clothes on my bed.

"Okay, stop stop! If you keep throwing my clothes on my bed, you'll end up triggering an earthquake. I'm here. What could I do to help you out."

"Do you have a grey suit?" Amara sighed, turning her face away from me.

"No. But I do have a beige suit. It's in Jeremiah's closet. Do you want me to go get it?" I whispered in a soothing tone.

"Yes. Yes please."

"Okay then. Feeling better?" She sighed of relief.

"Yes. I'm sorry I'm such a pain. It's just, I don't know, I'm stressed? I guess?"

"That's fine. That's why I'm here. I'll be back in a second."

"Okay." I heard her say, as I walked out of my bedroom to head to Jeremiah's.

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