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I don’t add anything else, and the spark in her eyes dies out.
“You should invite me over, Beckett. I think I missed talking to you. I miss the house. And Pepé.”
“You can visit anytime. I mean, if it’s not too weird for you,” my voice falters for a second, remembering that I still haven’t packed Lucia’s stuff. “Her room’s still there. I didn’t touch anything.”
Is that weird? Maybe. But death doesn’t come with a guidebook.
“Good,” Angelina lets out a shaky, half-hearted laugh. I can tell she’s trying to put herself back together again. “That’s really good, actually. I think I left some shirts there. And probably some dirty laundry, too.”
I snort, knowing the closet is probably a mess, “Well, I’m not touching any of that.”
“Please, don’t,” she grins, her almond eyes crinkling at the corners. “Or maybe you should, I don’t know. I love the idea of you washing my panties as a revenge plot for putting me in the hospital, you know?”
“Oh, God.” I groan, rolling my eyes as far as I can. “Will you shut up?”
“What?” she smiles, a real one this time.
It tugs something loose in my chest, a breath I’d been holding for too long. I love this girl. I watched her grow up, so she’s like a sister to me. I want to keep her safe from the world, from all the bad things inside it.
“Is it too soon to joke about it?” Angelina teases, sounding like a complete smartass.
“It definitely is too soon, Angelina. Get a fucking grip!”
“Is it really?” her grin widens. “What? It didn’t feel like it was at all!”
TEXT CHAINS BETWEEN FRIENDS: PART SIX
NOVEMBER, 2016
Beckett: Starry Eyes by Cigarettes After Sex
Cassandra: should i listen to itright now or later
Beckett: Right now?
If you want to of course
Cassandra: okay hang on a sec
you have the best music taste ever
im so jealous
Beckett: Stop
Yours is not bad I liked that song
Thinking Bout You?
Cassandra: it’s so good
her voice is like insane :O
going to take a nap can i call you after?
i need help with my homework
Beckett: Sure
