“Well, what happened? I want all the details!”
“Okay... The three of us were supposed to meet at a cafe before the movie, but I was a little late. When I arrived, they were sitting with their heads close, talking practically in whispers. I walked up to them, and they stopped talking. He looked at me and proudly announced: ‘Hey before you came in she said that she loves you.’”
“Oh, damn.”
“Yeah, I just brushed it off. I didn’t want to make things weird. Anyway, she was acting stressed out the whole night. She was jumpy and peeved and I tried to get her to talk to me a couple of times, but she wouldn’t budge.
I felt so helpless, watching her act so upset the whole night. Even at that party that we went to, she was really quiet and jittery. She’s insanely pissed off at him, too. At one point she dragged him off to another room and they didn’t come back for, like, ten minutes. Afterwards, he kept apologizing and she kept brushing his apologies off. She was trying to act nonchalant, but her anxiety was radiating off of her in waves.”
“He’s such an asshole.”
“I know, what a dick! We all eventually went our separate ways, but she and I texted when we got home. She kept apologizing for acting so on edge, and at one point she asked me if I knew what was going on.
‘It’s pretty obvious,’ she said.
‘Yeah, it is.’ I responded.
‘Oh,’”
“Oh.”
“Exactly. I told her not to say it.”
“How long have you been dating?”
“Around two weeks.”
“Girl.”
“I know! Okay? You don’t need to tell me. But I’ve never felt so strongly for someone. Neither of us is going to say it. She said that she’s saving it, and I think I am too.”
“You are? It’s been two weeks!”
“I know! It’s been two weeks, and I think I’m in love with her.”
