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Yvette screws her face up like she’s in genuine pain, and it’s then I catch a whiff of so y," Yvette whisper-interrupts, as though terrified someone will hear in the security of our own room We stare at each other in stunned silence, and then I smile and punch her shoulder

"Diana? You lucky piece of shit!"

Yvette’s eyes widen, as if she was expecting soratitude, and in typical Yvette fashion she shoves her face into the bed so I won’t see it

I stand "C’et ice crearoans

"Get up," I insist

"I can’t get up!" Yvette’s voice is y!"

"You’re paying if you don’t get up in the next five seconds, Gay"

Yvette peeks out of the pillow, looking like a scared child

"I haven’t told ht away We’ve still got six months before we drop out When they ask why you flushed their twenty thousand dollars down the toilet, tell they Trust irlfriend"

Yvette s her nose

"Or Or you could just drop the bomb now Over the phone Drop all the bohs and punches me weakly on the knee And then we share a sundae, and for a while I’m not the only one with problems Yvette’s bravery reminds me of that I’m not the only one who thinks love and sex is all sorts of weird and hard and scary

If Yvette could confess to y, if she could overco revelation all on her own, then I can overco as her, but I can try

I owe it totry

I visit Mo but the love is plenty – she co me close, and she’s cooked dinner for once Pasta The house is clean The s are open and the air inside every room is fresh instead of ht She can’t stop talking about work, and a new group of lady friends she a, and I just sit in my chair and eat quietly and absorb it all – all of her happiness, all of her change

"Are you okay, sweetie? I’, it’s just –"

"No, I’ry"

"Are you eating at school well?"

"Three square hs, and I smirk into a noodle