Nothing

What?

Nothing.

You can’t always say “nothing.” What is it?

I don’t know.

Then why are you looking at me like that?

Like what?

Like that!

This is just how I look!

Nuh-uh.

Good grief.

Tell me what it is!

It’s really nothing!

Do I have something on my face?

No.

Is there something in my teeth?

No.

Then what?

I—Do you want it to be something?

Do I want what to be something?

You’re the one who’s pestering me with questions! Maybe you want something!?

Like what?

Like, maybe you want me looking at you to mean something.

You’re just looking at me funny.

I swear I’m not.

I just want you to tell me what it is you’re looking at.

Clearly you!

Just me?

We are sitting here, talking. Shouldn’t I glance at you at least once or twice?

But you’re not glancing. You’re staring.

Fine! I’ll just look a different direction! I’ll look at that person riding their bike instead.

Are you going to look at them weird too?

Why do you think I’m looking at you weird?

Because you’re weird.

So are you.

No, I’m crazy.

And weird.

Oh, shut up.

So now I can’t talk or look at you?

I didn’t say that.

I think it’s implied.

All I asked was why you were eyeing me in that way and you blew it up into a big ole argument!

Well… Good! You’re the one making something out of nothing. I was simply looking at you.

And I just asked why.

Because!

Because why?!

Because I like you!!!

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You like me?

…Yes. Geez! Are you happy now?

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I like you too.

What.

I like you too.

No, I heard you. Just… what?

I like you too, stupid.

Oh.

Ya…

So…

Ya…

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Wanna hold hands?

Sure.