“Weird,” I repeated slowly, and then shook my head, “Right.”
She sighed, “Can we not talk about this?”
“Okay,” I shrugged, “What would you like to talk about?”
She blushed suddenly and looked away, “I don’t know.”
I frowned, confused, and tried again, “So, school is… interesting.” I couldn’t quite say the word fun.
She snickered, “Oh yes, very interesting.”
“I’m just trying to avoid talking about the most obvious subject there is to talk about,” I defended.
“Try the weather,” she suggested dryly.
I rolled my eyes, “I hope it snows enough that we won’t have school.”
She smiled, “Me too.”
I sighed, “Paige…”
“I know. I know. It’s just… painful,” she grimaced down at her hands.
“So painful you can’t sleep?” I asked quietly.
She suddenly glared at me, her eyes flashing, “I can sleep just fine, thankyouverymuch.”
“Right,” I muttered to myself, “You just have bags under your eyes so dark they look like bruises.”
“Shut up,” she snapped. Apparently Paige had better hearing than I thought.