VINE "Vine, are you sick in the head?" Miriam, my best friend asked, and yanked me up from the cold floor of Drew's locker room where I'd been squatting to watch him dress up for the final game. My knees were already numb and aching from holding the position too long. "What is wrong with you? Why can't you just tell him to his face that he needs to make your relationship public instead of... this?" She spread her palms, gesturing at the locker room, at me, at the whole absurd arrangement. I looked left and right to check if anyone had heard her, then met her eyes, cutting her short, "It's my relationship, Miriam, not yours, let me be myself." Her face fell, and I hated myself instantly. Miriam must have meant well for me, I didn't have to talk to her that way. "I'm really sorry for snapping at you when you meant good, but…” My shoulders dropped and a worried expression appeared on my face as I touched the back of my hair while moving uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
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