Cameron scoffed again, this time shaking his head right where she could see him. "You know, I did care what you wanted. We were—" Best friends, practically siblings, so close all fit the message he wanted to communicate, but neither seemed right to say now. "We weren't always like this. You just - just got mad that day, and you never talked to me again. What did you want?" he asked, because it still made no sense to him.
(Now that he was beginning to think about it, society might be onto something when they said boys and girls couldn't be friends. It wasn't because they were incompatible, or that they couldn't like the same things, but because girls were so confusing.)
"And I'm not vindictive or mean! You got mad first!" He heard a loud shhhh from somewhere on the other side of one of the shelves, forcing him to take a break and recollect his senses. He lowered his voice into a harsh whisper. "You talk as if I should know what I did, yet you're the one who ignored me. You're the one who didn't talk to anyone after our fight."
(Now that he was beginning to think about it, society might be onto something when they said boys and girls couldn't be friends. It wasn't because they were incompatible, or that they couldn't like the same things, but because girls were so confusing.)
"And I'm not vindictive or mean! You got mad first!" He heard a loud shhhh from somewhere on the other side of one of the shelves, forcing him to take a break and recollect his senses. He lowered his voice into a harsh whisper. "You talk as if I should know what I did, yet you're the one who ignored me. You're the one who didn't talk to anyone after our fight."
