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He might start treating me differently.
He might stop being my friend.
He…
"I can hear you spiraling," Freya said gently. "But there's no need."
The fact that she knew me so well was one of the reasons I reached out to her in the first place.
"We talked about this, Ror. No matter what happens, you'll be okay. If Felix doesn't return your feelings, that's his loss. At least you'll know."
"Yeah," I said. "You're right."
"And if he loves you too, I'll be your maid of honor, obviously—unless you want to keep it chill and just be partners for life, in which case, I'll be known as the one who got you two together," she said.
Shaking my head, I said, "You're crazy, you know that?"
"I do. But the loveable kind of crazy."
"Hmmm."
"So, what will you do?"
"I'll tell him."
"When?"
"Soon," I said.
"Okay, well, good luck." Freya added, "I have to go. The guy who hit me with the basketball is here to beg my forgiveness. Again."
"Will you give it?" I asked.
"Maybe. He's also my maid for the week. If he does everything I say to my satisfaction, there's a possibility. Anyway, I'm pulling for you, AF."
"Thanks, Frey. You're the best."
"I absolutely am. Love you,Ror."
She hung up, and I shook my head, wondering how we could be related with her being so confident and outgoing while I was…not.
"What do you think?" Santino said as he came to a stop at my side.
"About what?" I asked.
"The best love song."
"That's hard."
"Ah, come on."
Pursing my lips, I shrugged. "One of my all-time favorites isI Wanna Be Yours."
His smile brightened. "Arctic Monkeys. Interesting."
"I just think it's romantic."
Especially when Felix covers it, I thought but didn't say.
