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"And the Campers are in second place!"
Courtney grits her teeth.
"Calm down. We're pretty close to first."
Correction: they are tied with first. Equalizers!
God, she's on the top of the world right now.
"Bridgette?" she asks, and Bridgette lifts her head from the tray table. There's a little drool in the corner of her mouth. It's cute.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for being my…"
She's taken.
"...friend."
"Yeah, any time…"
"...no one else is."
Bridgette doesn't reply. It takes Courtney a while to realize it's because the surfer girl is napping on her shoulder.
It's uncomfortable. But she can stay.