Why don’t guys communicate well? I mean its not really that hard to say what you are feeling.

I was back in my bedroom, drinking Hansens. Jess and I always used to fight over which flavor of Hansens was the best. Personally, it’s the orange one all the way.

Ahh. Back to history homework. Sam had doodled all over my notes. Who cares about the Gold Rush anyway?

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“Hey Sam, its Christy.”

“Hey Christy, whatcha doing?”

“Just sitting here bored like I always do.”

“Did Jess talk to you earlier?” She had hit the target right on the bull’s eye.

“No, not really. At least he acknowledged that I was there.”

“Yeah, thats good. I think it’s going to be a lot better soon. He wants you back in his life.”

“Yeah. I mean….I hope so.”