Chapter 8 Ⅱ

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My mouth hung open like a fish gasping for air, my eyes unable to believe what they’d just seen. “Was that who I think it was?” I breathed, the question coming out less disgusted than I had hoped.

Amy nodded on the other side of my screen, a sympathetic look on her face. “Yeah, that was Squid Nugget.”

Cam had encouraged me to reach out to Amy after we had watched a bunch of my old videos because for some reason, she was the one that I seemed to remember the most, even though he said I hadn’t really spoken to her that much before. She was super happy to see that I called, though, and she didn’t make a big deal out of it, which I appreciated, and she was really easy to talk to. I could tell Cam was glad too that I had found someone else for support besides just him.

“What is he doing at your house?” I asked her, shaking off my momentary shock with a scowl.

Her bright laugh lit up her face and I found it hard to believe just how happy-go-lucky she was. “Oh, this isn’t my house. It’s my boyfriend’s.”

“Tom?” The word came out of my mouth automatically but I had no idea where it came from or who this person was that I had just referenced.

She tensed at the name, her cheerful expression flickering quite drastically. “T… Tom? Oh, um, no sweetie, I’m not with Tom anymore. Do you not remember…?”

I shrugged and shook my head, feeling guilty that I had accidentally made her uncomfortable. “Sorry…”

She shook her head, “It’s alright, hun. But no, I’m with Ash now.”

Ash had been in one or two of my videos but I didn’t remember him besides that so I just sat and listened respectfully.

“Anyways, what were we talking about…? Oh, Squiddy, right. He’s going to be staying here for a little while.”

My nostrils flared disapprovingly. “Why?”

She gave me that sympathetic look again and something writhed in my stomach. I got the feeling I didn’t like sympathy much.

“He’s really not a bad guy, sweetie. He really cares about you an-”

“Everyone keeps saying that,” I interrupted, tired of all the excuses. “But if that’s true then why do I feel so uncomfortable around him?”

She sighed, as unsure of what to say as anyone else I’d asked. “I’m not sure, Angel. You two did everything together… I know you’ll remember soon.”

I wasn’t in the mood to argue and I didn’t want to make her sad so I just shrugged. “Yeah, sure. Soon.”

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