Amelia and I are okay again. We've even shared a few laughs during this lunch period. We've been getting along so well that Phil feels the need to lightly thunk me on the shoulder and remind me that I'm gay. I'm having flashbacks to the time Phil accused me of fancying Amelia before we were dating.
"I'm only gay for you, Evan Peters, Timothée Chalamet, and Frank Ocean," I tease Phil as he stares at me. "Okay, yeah, I'm definitely very gay, but you're the only person I can promise that I will always be gay for," I say, pointing to my promise ring. "When these guys grow old, I'll forget about them, but I'll always be hopelessly in love with you, Phil. Even if I get Alzheimer's even though my DNA doesn't suggest that I will, I'll look at you and remember my love for you. You're my super-best friend and soulmate. You don't have to worry about me being around other guys, and you certainly don't have to worry about me being around girls. The idea of being with a girl or anybody else other than you feels sick and wrong to me—like kicking a puppy or having sex in public. Oh, wait, that second one didn't feel too wrong the other day. Never mind."
Phil rolls his eyes at my rambling and takes my hand from underneath the table and squeezes it, letting me know that he feels the same way.
"When I first met Lacie, I was totally jealous of Asha because she and Lacie were best friends and Lacie hardly knew me. I couldn't be less jealous of Asha now," Amelia says, crinkling her nose in mock disgust.
Asha sighs. "You've always been so sweet, Ames," she says sarcastically, the nickname catching me by surprise. Are Asha and Amelia even close enough to be using nicknames for one another?
"I know right!," Amelia agrees cheerfully.
Asha stares at Amelia blankly in response. "I was formerly a jealous mess because I believed that my best friend had been stolen from me by a glittery heathen, but she seems to love you. Whatever, I guess. I ship it as much as the next perv."
"Ash, that's disgusting," Amelia says bluntly, her eyes barely open with sparkly eyeliner swiped above them.
"Disgustingly hilarious and true, I know. People ship you guys like HelloFresh™️ boxes," Asha says.
What has happened between Asha and Amelia? They rarely acknowledge one another on the typical day, but they're using nicknames and making jokes with each other right now. I'm deeply concerned.
Asha and Amelia seem to notice my concerned facial expression, which causes them both to erupt into laughter.
"Asha, Lacie, and I all hung out together before the party last night. Asha helped Lacie and me get ready, and we talked stuff out," Amelia explains. "No, we didn't have a magical threesome that Asha and I miraculously limped out of as good friends...yet."
Lacie chokes on her juice as Asha shouts, "I'm asexual!," latching onto Reo's arm.
Reo sighs. "Your friendships are so peculiar, Asha. Is that the right word in English?"
Amelia shakes her head. "There's no word in the English language to describe just how weird Asha is."
"Oh, you haven't been privileged enough to endure the weird side of me just yet," Asha says, slipping a bookmark with a pentagram on it out of her The Mortal Instruments book.
"I have," Lacie pipes up, rolling her eyes and sighing, "and I am qualified to guarantee that Amelia's weird side is even odder than Asha's." Lacie winks and tugs on the silver chain around her neck, her eyebrows raised in amusement.
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Touch ☞☜ Phan
FanfictionDan Howell is capable of identifying the relationship a person has with somebody simply by touching the bare skin of each of the individuals. By using his fingertips, the teenager is able to find out the feelings that the people have for each other...