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"H-how do you know my name?" Shit.

"I-I -uh- DIDN'T! KnOW yOUr nAmE! lucky GUeSs." Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

"Lucky guess my ass Ash-" Fuck fuck fuck -wait- "I mean, I DoN't KnOw YoUr-"

"Alright, so how long have you known?"

"A month or so."

"Uni! You should've told me."

"I tried telling Cory a month ago."

"No-"

"I begged him to let me talk to you."

"You shouldn't have told him."

"I'm not sorry. I knew you wouldn't tell us till we agreed-"

"We didn't agree."

"-But we deserve a chance to meet our friend. Look around! Look at how lucky we are to have met right now."

"Will you be happy being a bullied girl's friend, unable to defend themselves in school-"

"I'm happy being your friend. Look around. I mean, look at where we are, and then look at where we started. The fact that we've met is a miracle, just let us stay friends, that would be enough. You know I don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing; the worlds you keep erasing and creating in your mind. But I'm not afraid. I know who I'm friends with. We don't need to be sociable. We don't need to popular. As long as you come record at the end of the day, that would be enough."

"OK? That was weird. Anyways, it's time to go to class now?"

"Oh... Yeah." And with that one last sentence, we headed to class, chatting away.

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