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[ ANYA IS THE CRUELEST... but she's not wrong. jade does have a defense, though. ]

I didn't know he was going to do that! Dave doesn't sing like that, Anya, and it was reflex. I was just... sad! And listening to it when he texted me, um... [ THAT'S NOT HELPING, IS IT. jade winces.

but galaxy nails will persevere - it's not quick work, but she's got one hand down now. ]

We sang a duet after that, I played my ukulele, and... [ it's so hard to stop explaining everything that happened once she starts because jade... doesn't tell anyone what happens with dave. she's so sure it means nothing, but in this case? in this case. ] He's sweet, but I don't know if it's because... He's sweet in general or sweet on me!

[ jade's going to die. ]

[It's not helping at all but Anya thinks they're adorable.... So even as Jade goes ahead and explains, Anya's going to go ahead and keep humming the song. Sorry Jade, she's an artsy kid at heart. Songs get stuck in her head easily. So even as she's careful, admiring the galaxy nails in delight - she's too distracted by Jade's apparent near death to actually say anything right now.

Oops.]

He's sweet on you.

[THAT'S BLUNT.

Then she continues to hum - ]

I'll make time for you.... ♫

[Another little giggle, happy and amused.]

What did you duet?

[Now she just wants all the details, sorry.]

You've got a good singing voice.

[ an idle compliment, delivered with a light huff. jade's not mad, not by a long shot, but she's certainly baffled and rambling. it's just nice to finally get things off her chest - as stressed out as she is, she definitely looks like.

anya's words are ridiculous, and she'll...answer that in a moment, but she wants to answer the question, first. ]

A song called Something Stupid. It's by Frank and Nancy Sinatra.

[ ...if dave's sweet on her, she feels bad for picking that song. ]

Thank you.

[An idle response, one that makes Anya hum happily. That's years of choir for you. Still, she enjoys compliments more than she's willing to let on...

Though she's heard that song before - she listens to all sorts of music, including some of the oldies that show up at her uncle's bar. She doesn't know it nearly as well as Your Type though... so she gives Jade a smile, this time actually completely innocently.]

Why?

How does it go?

[ anya.

anya.

...anya. jade is reliving this moment all over again. at the time, it hadn't occurred to her that there was a theme with her music choices that night, but now, as she's thinking about the lyrics... she might as well have stamped "please date me" on her forehead. she's mortified.

even so, softly, jade picks up with a little tune. she's not a trained vocalist, not like anya is. (anya is so amazing, to jade. such a brilliant girl with so much culture in her.) but it's not unpleasant, either, perhaps just an acquired taste. she knows the notes, at least. ]

I know I stand in line until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me. and if we go some place to dance, I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me. And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two, then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you..."♫

[ she's bright red at the memory, fighting off a smile. don't think about dave singing "i love you," jade, don't do it, don't do it... she's doing it. ]

[jade.

jade.

Anya's listening - and she's watching too. There's no helping the way that her lips curl up into a smile and she giggles softly, like any excited teenage girl so proud of her friend would. The thing is that Anya's straightforward. Even without ever being in an actual relationship, she knows that she's not the type of person who would do something like this. Exchanging songs that say the words that you want to say without actually saying them...

It's funny and foreign to her, but for some reason - ]

That suits you.

[That's something she knows. For certain.]

You two are very sweet... I don't think that he would've sang that with you if he didn't feel something too, Jade.

That's my opinion.

[ it definitely suits her. everyone knows - everyone knows - but they're still playing around, acting like no one knows, assuming the other is oblivious. the reality is, anya is correct; there is nothing more jade wolf than skirting along the issue while being horrible, terribly, extremely obvious.

anya's words, though they are genuine and sweet, don't quite breakthrough to jade. sometimes, it's simplest to accept that perhaps you're nothing but a footnote in a boy's life, no matter how many chapters in your own you'd dedicate to him. (and this, she realizes, is dumb. jade is dwelling on dave when she has a long life ahead of her. what was that someone had said about growing gray hairs too early?) ]

Oh, I don't know. It's easy enough to sing something and not mean it, Anya.

[ they're just missing a drying period for anya's nails, now, so jade blows on them lightly, waving a hand over them to boot. ] That's why people can sing duets to people to they're not in love with. Dave was probably just doing something nice for me because he'd upset me! I don't mind that. It's okay. He's still my friend.

[Oh silly Jade.

Anya wants to console her in the ways that she's familiar with - holding onto her hands, giving her a hug, doing something to run her fingers through her hair, but that's a little hard when her fingernails are drying as they are. So instead she tilts her head for a moment before scooting over so that she can lean their shoulders against each other.]

I think what you're saying is true... and maybe it applies to other people - but I still don't think that it applies to you two.

[That's very, very hard to believe. After all these years?]

I'm sure that you two will be friends forever. [That's another fact, one that Anya can't imagine bending ever.] But I think you're not giving yourself enough credit either.

It's okay to believe that the boy that you've liked all these years might like you too?

[ the bump to her shoulders coaxes a smile out of jade, at least, and looking over to anya, she can see that she's only trying to help. it's very sweet of her, she thinks, but jade remembers seven years of wishes ("that's a lot of wishes," anya had said, and she's not wrong), and remembers lucky number seven. that's what she'd say about the third year, though. "third time's a charm!" and then everything else after that was just wishful thinking. (literally)

jade smiles, and leans closer to anya, looking down at her nails. a blue and purple galaxy with twinkling silver jewels; the documentary is talking about space, but her friend's voice demands her attention. ]

I think if we've been best friends for almost ten years, he might have told me by now? We tell each other everything.

I know you mean well, Anya, and I think Dave and I will be friends no matter what! I think we've been friends for a very long time... and... we always be. But, that doesn't mean we're meant to be together. If it's meant, it'd happen. We're only seventeen, you know?

[ . . . well.

Anya laughs a little bit at that and shakes her head.]

You tell each other everything... but you have not told him either? Oh Jade, you don't need to wait for him, you know.

[But that's Anya's opinion. It may not count for much, since Anya so very rarely wants anything from anyone. But on the rare occasion that she does, she doesn't hesitate to get it. So there's a small little hum and she rests her weight gently against Jade since she still can't quite take her hands.]

But you're right. I think it's okay to be patient too.... just don't lose hope? I don't think you'll be disappointed.

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