You rub her back as she sniffles, tears soaking into your hoodie. “I hope you’re enjoying junior year while it lasts,â€? she mumbles bitterly, pulling out of your embrace. Her eyes are rimmed red, with dark bags under them, testifying her exhaustion. “I should be doing my God damn English homework.â€? Her hands dance in mid-air, looking for where she left her pen and paper before her breakdown interlude.
“You should be sleeping,” you tell her, pushing strands of blonde hair away from her face. You let your finger tips play across her features, traveling from tear stained cheeks up to heavy eyelids.
“Is my lazy eye getting googly?â€? she asks, half a smile gracing her face.
“A little,â€? you respond with a grin.
“No wonder I see six of you,â€? she teases. “And here I thought I was just getting lucky.â€?