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Kris reached for the phone that Susie had thrown and listened to the voice coming from it. They tuned out most of what Berdly was saying before realizing what he was asking.
“You. . . me. Festival,” he declared. Kris froze, forced to wait to see what the soul would make them do.
“I’ll go with you,” they said. Kris frowned. They didn’t necessarily hate the idea of going to the festival with Berdly—he was fun to annoy, and they often played video games with him. But they weren’t interested in him like that, and they didn’t want to do anything the soul wanted them to do.
Berdly seemed shocked that it was them, but he eventually managed to collect himself, saying, “If you want my hand, you’ll have to fight for it. On the day of the festival. . . you, Noelle, Susie. . . The lover who impresses me the most will be my date. Kris, may the best suitor. . . epic win. Good luck.”
He hung up. Kris stood there in shock. Why was the soul making them do this? It seemed set on them ending up with Berdly. They decided right then and there that they wouldn’t do anything the soul wanted them to. Besides, they didn’t feel that way about Berdly. They only saw him as a friend.
So why was their face heating up at the idea of going to the festival with him?