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In the doorway to Julie’s bedroom, Flynn clears her throat.
Julie looks up from her homework and—to Flynn’s stark relief—immediately grins. “Hey!” she says, scrambling off the bed to give Flynn a hug. “What are you doing here? Did I miss a text?”
Flynn shakes their head. “It’s okay, your dad let me in.” She’d thought about texting or calling first, but then she got so stressed out trying to figure out what to say that they gave up and just came straight over here. “Can we talk?”
Julie’s eyes go wide, her smile a little tight. “Oh no, am I in trouble?”
“No, no, of course not.” Flynn wrings their hands as they slip past Julie to sit on the bed. “It’s just… I… miss you.”
Julie sits next to her and puts a comforting hand on her back. “Miss me? You see me every day at school, and at band practice.”
“I know, but school is school.” Flynn turns their hands over expressively, exposing the frayed strands of her years-old collection of friendship bracelets (of which Julie made a resounding most). “And at band practice, you… well, you—”
She cuts herself off, pressing her mouth into a hard line because they’re suddenly certain that if they say a single word more, they’re going to cry.
But Julie knows her better than she knows herself. “Oh, Flynnie,” she coos, and pulls Flynn into a warm, loving hug. It drives all Flynn’s tears and insecurities away, makes them feel like nothing’s wrong, like nothing could ever be wrong again.
“I don’t mean to be jealous,” they say, voice muffled into Julie’s sweatshirt.
“Nonsense.” Julie holds her even tighter. “You’re right, okay? My focus has been mostly on the guys lately, but that's gonna change. You came first, okay? You’re more important to me.”
“I don’t have to be more important,” Flynn teases, but they have to admit, it is nice to hear. “I love you, Jules.”
“I love you, too.”