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June Egbert was nervous.
She sat at her desk, typing slowly, her hands shaking as she wrote out a message to her best friend.
ectoBiologist (EB) started pestering turntechGodhead (TG) at 16:00
EB: Dave?
TG: what's up bro
EB: can I ask you something?
TG: yeah ok
EB: do you ever feel like you're
EB: nevermind, it's not important. :B
TG: what bro you can leave me hanging like that
TG: what is it
EB: not right now i've gotta go!
ectoBiologist (EB) ceased pestering turntechGodhead (TG) at 16:02
June slammed the lid of her laptop down, tears filling her eyes. Why couldn't she just tell him? It's not like he was going to judge her! She gripped the desk and lowered her head onto the closed computer, listening to its whirling fans come to a stop. Her hair pooled around her face and her tears bled out onto the soft black strands. June hiccupped as she cried, whining like a sad dog.
Her laptop buzzed, and she gently opened it, wiping away her tears.
turntechGodhead (TG) began pestering ectoBiologist (EB) at 16:11
TG: hey bro
TG: im actually gonna be in washington next week
TG: would you wanna meet up
June stared. Part of her was undyingly happy, and the other dreaded the fact that this meant she would have to tell him at some point.
EB: woah, really?
EB: uhm, yeah!! :B
TG: sick
EB: what day of the week are you gonna be here?
TG: tuesday
Today was Friday. She only had three days to tell Dave.
EB: awesome!
EB: ill tell my dad :B
TG: okay
ectoBiologist (EB) ceased pestering turntechGodhead (TG) at 16:14
June ran down the stairs and saw her dad in the living room.
JUNE: Hey, dad? Can Dave come over next week? He's gonna be in town.
He nodded and gave June a thumbs up. June pumped her fist in the air and ran back up the stairs, flipping her laptop open again.
ectoBiologist (EB) started pestering turntechGodhead (TG) at 16:16
EB: he said all good!! :B
TG: awesome
TG: yo
TG: what did you want to tell me
EB: it's not important right now! I'll tell you later.
TG: if you say so i guess
EB: i do!
ectoBiologist (EB) ceased pestering turntechGodhead (TG) at 16:20
June closed her computer once more, and lay down on her bed.
JUNE: Oh man... I am in so much trouble.