the progress project [3]

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yuli

they're both hanging out again, sitting on the floor with the bed to support their backs, legs laying amongst each other as they watch how to lose a guy in 10 days.

her and atília have been doing this a lot lately; the dates but not dates, the touchy stuff, no kissing or talking about it.

"you haven't made out with anyone in a while," she states, looking away from the movie to gauge his reaction. she is so stupid, why would he lip lock with someone right in front of her?

he doesn't tear his eyes from the film, but does clear his throat a few seconds before speaking. "maybe i have, maybe i have not. or maybe, i have my eye on someone else."

he turns to her this time, gaze dropping to her lips without any subtlety or shame. "yuli..."

"i should go," she interrupts, standing so quickly that her head spins and her legs wobble. atília jumps up to steady her. "french quiz tomorrow. and thank you, for helping me. i got a b+ on my last one."

he nods, closing off the movie and patting his hands uncomfortably on his thighs. "i guess i will see you later? do not be a stranger, yuli."

"i won't," she says, then disappears into the hallway to go back to her own room.