Daisy furrowed her brow, knowing deep in her soul that Garrison was just being stupid, but she laughed despite herself. “Don’t you dare try to climb anything in here, we don’t want a dead Gary on our hands,” she chuckled, placing an arm around him and pressing her cheek to his. They weren’t close by any means, but he was good people. “God – I love our class so much. We’re so drama-free, and creative, and beautiful, and just great. We should all be like, best friends.”
All the words that Daisy was saying to him sounded hazy, but that was okay. They reminded him of soothing things someone would say to him when he was half asleep, like she was gently trying to wake him up or something, and it made a glazed kind of smile spread over his cheeks. “Yeah! Wait, we don’t have any theater kids?” Garrison asked, momentarily misunderstanding the meaning of drama. It made him laugh, though, and laughing felt so good; he didn’t want to stop, he didn’t want the laughing to end after today. “YEAH! Do you think there’s anything in the bathroom we could make BFF bracelets out of?” He looked up at the shower curtain rod, where loops of plastic were hooking the curtain to the rod. “What about those?” he asked, on another climbing mission even though Daisy had derailed his first one.