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Abby and Nick left an hour ago so we took their place on the loveseat. Except we're sitting there with Cal. I'm in the middle. Bram's arm is laying on the backrest behind me.
I scrunch my nose at the taste of the drink.
Bram grins for a second, but then I feel his arm shuffle a little. It brushes against my back. He's taking it back. "Hey, uhm, do you want to go outside for a minute?"
I'm not sure I can stand up. "Sure."
- Chapter 8
"I swear, you two are the living definition of a straight white boy", he says.
"I'm not straight!", Cal and I say simultaneously.
Bram throws his hands up in the air. "Geez, I know, okay? Calm down."
- Chapter 8
(I had as much fun doing this last one as when I originally read it in the fic.)
