fifty-six

Emma might be reading too much into Izzy’s vagueness. But maybe not.

Emma couldn’t decide. She was thinking in circles, and making herself confused. Then she also began wondering whether Izzy would think she had been vague on purpose, and if so, why Izzy would think that was. It seemed that Izzy might wonder, Emma thought, because it just seemed obvious to. She might wonder about Emma’s vagueness in exactly the same way as Emma just had just been wondering about hers.

Emma wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, or what that might mean either.

She was thinking about vagueness too much because she was starting to suspect there was something going on between her and Izzy, some kind of flirting or hesitant interest, something more than just them both being bored at home all day and looking for friendship, and something more than wet shirts in rainstorms, too.

She thought so, but she wasn’t sure, and she didn’t know how to ask. She didn’t even know if she wanted to ask.

So she sat there, looking at Izzy, wondering.

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