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she said, playfully pinching my cheek with one hand while steering with the other, and I laughed, playfully smacking her hand away.
"I'm still me," I giggled, and she smirked.
"I have the perfect song for us. It perfectly captures how I feel," she said, scrolling through the songs on her radio before stopping and smiling. The song played, and I listened, instantly loving it. Soon, I burst into laughter.
'I just kinda wish you were gay,' the song lyrics said, and I slapped the dashboard, laughing uncontrollably.
I couldn't even catch my breath, and even after we pulled up to the house, I was still a laughing mess, sounding like a dying duck. The others chuckled as I approached, and I leaned a