Chapter 12- not fuck buddies

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          "So what have I missed? Johanna asked long distance over the phone. It had been about a week  since she left to move back home.

"I met a guy. He's a lawyer," Gabrielle said proudly.

"I really don't know how you can stand staying on that God forsaken rock," Johanna yawned.

She was right in a way. Gabrielle was one of the few girls left standing from their core group of friends still loving ok the island. Everyone else had cut their losses and moved back home. Their friend group consisted solely of what the locals called transplants. Naive twenty somethings from out of state who live in the state for two to three years and then can't afford to stay so move home with nothing but their sin damaged skin and their stories.

"There's something else...," Gabrielle said on impulse, hoping for sound dramatic. "I think Mick and I are kind of friends."

"Whhhhaaaat!!!?" Johanna shrieked over the speaker. It was 11 p.m. and Gabrielle could now safely assume the whole neighborhood was wide awake.  "When did this happen!!?"

After we dropped you off last week at the airport. We sort of ended up  going out after. It was actually kind of fun."

"What do you mean, fun?"!!!!

"I don't know. I guess we managed to patch up our differences. It's not like I'm expecting us to ever be best friend or anything but ... we got along."

Johanna was, for once, at a loss for words on the other line. Gabrielle looked down feeling a rush of unexpected guilt. She knew deep down that her friendship with Mick equated to some small sort of small betrayal on Johanna's end but it's wasn't a hard line. It wasn't as if Johanna and him were ever a couple or anything. They had never even hooked up. But Johanna had implied more than once that Mick was her guy. She did this with almost all of her make friends in all fairness.

"Oh. My. God..," Johanna said hauntingly, "did you sleep with him"?

"Never!", Gabrielle screamed. She'd never sleep with someone like Mick. Not in a million years.

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