"Yeah," she says fervently, because that's exactly what it is. Broulmates. And then she starts laughing really hard and has to press her face right into the back of the couch just to muffle it up, shoulders shaking.
Eventually, weak with laughter and a little teary, she turns her head to look at Clarisse again so she can judge her reaction to this question, "Do we tell Bella?"
Like. They probably should, right. But at the same time it was no big deal, so...
Abby's laughter is contagious, and Clarisse just watches her lose it over what might've been the dumbest joke she's ever made, grinning. She feels warm and soft inside, thanks to weed and the power of friendship, and she'd be fine hanging out like this for the rest of the afternoon, stretched out on the couch with her best friend.
Then Abby ruins it by asking that. Out loud, where it has to be acknowledged. Clarisse squirms, looking sick all of a sudden.
"I—" she starts, "uh—I think—" and then just sort of stutters to a halt. 'Do we tell Bella' is an interesting thing to say, like it's nice that Abby's holding herself accountable in this and all, but Clarisse knows of the two of them she's the one in deeper shit, and she's the one who's going to live with the consequences of telling Bella that she essentially cheated on her. Was it cheating? Fuck, did she just—?
She can see the panic flare up in Clarisse and reaches for her instantly, puts her hands on either side of her face to reason with her. Maybe it's too soon to do that after kissing her but Abby feels like it's the right thing to do anyway, to hold her gently and help her work through this.
Probably should have brought it up after everybody was sober again... now she has that thought?? High Abby is too slow on the uptake. Goddamnit.
"Don't freak out." She is... beaming this thought directly into Clarisse's little brain, with her mind powers. She is making it real, "It's gonna be okay. It's Bella." Bella- understands???? Wait, but what if she doesn't. Abby changes her mind in an instant, switching tack, "I'll tell her I made you do it."
And then her expression stalls out as she realises that sounds so much worse.
"I mean I'll– I can say it was my idea!" And it kind of was anyway! So!!
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"Yeah," she says fervently, because that's exactly what it is. Broulmates. And then she starts laughing really hard and has to press her face right into the back of the couch just to muffle it up, shoulders shaking.
Eventually, weak with laughter and a little teary, she turns her head to look at Clarisse again so she can judge her reaction to this question, "Do we tell Bella?"
Like. They probably should, right. But at the same time it was no big deal, so...
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Then Abby ruins it by asking that. Out loud, where it has to be acknowledged. Clarisse squirms, looking sick all of a sudden.
"I—" she starts, "uh—I think—" and then just sort of stutters to a halt. 'Do we tell Bella' is an interesting thing to say, like it's nice that Abby's holding herself accountable in this and all, but Clarisse knows of the two of them she's the one in deeper shit, and she's the one who's going to live with the consequences of telling Bella that she essentially cheated on her. Was it cheating? Fuck, did she just—?
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Probably should have brought it up after everybody was sober again... now she has that thought?? High Abby is too slow on the uptake. Goddamnit.
"Don't freak out." She is... beaming this thought directly into Clarisse's little brain, with her mind powers. She is making it real, "It's gonna be okay. It's Bella." Bella- understands???? Wait, but what if she doesn't. Abby changes her mind in an instant, switching tack, "I'll tell her I made you do it."
And then her expression stalls out as she realises that sounds so much worse.
"I mean I'll– I can say it was my idea!" And it kind of was anyway! So!!