Chapter 8<3

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"We are more than friends,
But less than lovers."
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I laughed, "I am with a friend."

She looks hurt.

Why does she look hurt?

She looks like I killed her cat.

She scratched the back of her neck,"I just meant, don't you want be with Issac and the guys?"

No.

I want to be with you, for the rest of my life.

I want you to think about me the same way.

But she won't.

And I won't make her uncomfortable.

I'm ready to be her friend, until she'll want something more.

I shook my head, "Not really, I'm fine here."

She laughed, getting a steak out of the freezer, thinking I didn't notice.

I got up, taking it from her, "why do you need steak for pasta?"

She rolled her eyes, "Atlas has lactose intolerance."

Two questions.

First, how does she know that?

Second, why does she know that?

She noticed the look on my face, "Atlas told me."

I laughed, "he still eats stuff with lactose."

She rolled her eyes, "it's just steak."

"You don't even know how they like it made!" I pointed out.

"Well that's easy to solve," she said, walking away.

And I followed her.

She walked to the guys, "How do you guys like your steak?"

The guys looked at her like she just told them she found the cure to cancer.

Leo looked at me, and then at her, "You're making steaks?"

She nodded proudly.

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