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āOnly probably?ā Sasha grinned, leaning back against the headboard. She brought a hand down to swipe the hair away from Beckās face, lingering only a second before it rested back against the comforter at her side. āYeah, whatever, even I couldnāt make that shit look good. Youāre doing a pretty okay job, though.ā
āEverythingās been fine,ā she says easily. Mostly, it was the truth. She slept in for the first time since the start of the season and with little else to distract her, she looked over her review materials. If the information sometimes swam before her eyes, if she slept in only after turning in at dawn, if she ate less than she should, there was no one around to call her on it. āReally boring, but whatever,ā She took in a breath. Now that Beck brought it up, itād kind of be a dick move not to reciprocate interest. āHow was, uh, Philadelphia?āĀ
āDefinitely,ā Beck replied, with a roll of her eyes. And she meant it. A wistful hum made its way out of her throat, content to lay against Sasha without so much as a word. Sometimes, theyād just lay there, saying nothing, doing nothing, filtering through their own, private thoughts. It was nice, she... She felt safe in the otherās girls company.Ā Unlike most people, Sasha wasnāt someone she had to constantly performĀ around: she could be angry, or honest, or just quiet and sad. She could bury herself in the small of the other girlās back and feel...home.
Sashaās lie didnāt blur past the intricacies of her brain, but she smiled regardless, knowing the girl had the means to see through her.Ā āIt was nice,ā she replied, then,Ā āa little lonely. A cat showed up on our doorstep, which was nice, though. Yeah.Ā Iāve got a friend whoās having trouble getting back on her feet, so a lot of my break was spent helping her or helping out in my house. I donāt know if relaxation is something Iāll ever quite be able to grasp.ā She let out a light laugh, looking up at the girl.Ā āSo, uh, Winter Banquet. Do you have any plans, or like?ā














