Page 55 of Catching Feels

Hudson laughs and, yes, I take the picture.

Fawna insisted on dropping me off instead of taking a cab, and when we pull in, we notice lights flickering behind the barn near the camper.

“Is that a fire?” she asks as she throws it in park, and we bother hop out, hurrying to check it out.

I hear Hudson laugh and say, “You’re fucked, Tereira. No one over the age of eighteen is emotionally stunted enough to date you.”

“You telling me it’s possible my future wife may not have been born yet?” AJ jokes.

“What are you fools doing out here?” Fawna asks.

“There were strange noises coming from inside, so Hudson built us a little fire to keep us warm and cozy.” AJ pats the blanket next to him. “Come on; sit down. Let us make you two ladies a drink for a change.”

Blaze blurts out, “Fuck, marry, or friend?”

“Jesus, not this shit again.” Nour stands up.

“Grab me a beer?” Hudson asks.

Nour nods.

“Nour, you can’t be pissed at me. You’re the one who got me thinking about sex with all that unicorn talk.”

Fawna laughs as she sits down. “I need the story behind this.”

“Nour’s pissed at me because I said I’d marry Cora, fuck his sister and you, and then left the dugout before I could tell him who I’d friend.”

“Oh, wow, I’m flattered?” Fawna bites back a laugh.

“See? She’s cool with it. She owns her sexuality,” Blaze slurs out.

“You remember that talk we had about not becoming drunks?” Nour asks.

Blaze flops back on the blanket he’s sitting on and groans. “I’m twenty-one; everyone’s an alcoholic for a minute when they’re twenty-one.”

“Bennett’s speaking the truth.” Hudson chuckles.

“You need a sweatshirt?” I ask Fawna.

She nods. “Sure, if you’re getting one.”

“You mad at me, too, Jillian?” Blaze asks.

“No. Are you mad at me?” I ask, amused.

He sits up. “No way. You, Gwen, and CeCe are my friends.”

“Damn right, we are.” I hold out my fist to him, and he taps it. “Be right back.”

When I walk into the camper, Nour is looking around frantically.

“The cooler’s outside by the door.”

“Fuck the cooler. Where’s the mask?”

I shake my head. “What?”

“The mask. Blaze is out there talking about, you know.” He scrubs his hand over his face. “I left it here, and it’s gone. Do you think?—”

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