Feeling her friend's weight on the mattress beside her and at the hand on her back, Sloane buried her face further into the duvet and shrugged. She didn't exactly know how to articulate what it was she thought was wrong, it just all seemed very wrong these days and she hated everything that had happened because of it.

"Dunno," She mumbled into her bed, hands hanging over the edge as she finally lifted her head to look at Sisse a little more carefully. "Everything is just sort of... strained." It probably all stemmed from the fact that he'd said he loved her and she hadn't said it back. She cared for him a great deal, of course she did, but at sixteen had no idea what love truly felt like and so she couldn't bring herself to say the words. "I sort of regret the whole thing." Young and stupid didn't even begin to cover it. "Too many friendships were ruined," Or no longer the same as they had once been. "And we hardly spend time together. Even practice is weird." Maybe the fact the boys were graduating in a few short months would make things easier.

"He told me he loved me and I don't even know what love is." There, that had to be the crutch of it. And Sloane was pretty sure it wasn't even true anymore.