aurorawritesstuff
A friend? Please. For as much as Dan-Ole knew about birds, he seemed to know equally as little about people. Bertel considered telling him that, but the thought of crushing poor Dan-Ole's heart was one that he loathed even more than losing the approval of the boys he hung out with, so he kept up the ruse for a bit longer, spending that afternoon at Dan-Ole's house.
Then the afternoon after that.
And the next one, too.
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Or, Bertel can't run from his feelings forever.