Secrets.

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"I thought you two were going to kill each other earlier." Ellie spoke up out of the blue as she painted her toenails later on that night.

"We tried to, but Tab, Smokey and Shifty got in the way." Taylor pretended to glare at me over her magazine.

"Very cute." She paused. "Are you okay, Thee?"

I was off in my own little world, sitting on the edge of my bed chin on my palm with my fingers over my mouth, staring out of the window at the rain clouds covering up the stars.

"Thee?"

"Hmm?" I looked over at my friends in the beds across from me.

"What's wrong?" Taylor put the magazine down worriedly, "Aren't you feeling well?"

"Oh no, I'm fine, I was just thinking." I rose, standing at the window to try and catch a glimpse of the moon.

"What about?"

"It's nothing important." I sighed for what must have been the millionth time that evening. Taylor and Ellie looked at each other and then back at me.

"You sure? 'Cause whatever it is, it seems like it's bothering you."

"It's nothing, really, I promise." I faked a smile.

"Nice try," Ellie busted me and hobbled over to me trying not to smudge her fresh nail varnish, "C'mon, tell us what's up."

I finally caved in, letting my feelings flow out like a river flows out to sea. Not that I felt any better about it. Just more confused and sad.

"Thea?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you.." there was a pause "Have feelings… for Malarkey?"

I turned round so fast I almost gave myself whiplash. My face was beetroot red and no excuse I wanted to make, made it out of my mouth; all my words just bottle necked in my throat.

"You do, don't you?" Taylor grinned devilishly, like a younger brother would if he found his big sister's diary and read it.

"I…" I was about to lie and deny it, but the looks on their faces said that they'd got me all figured out and a lie wouldn't help me this time.

"Yes, okay I…. I like him… a lot…." I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter just admitting my feelings and thinking about him. Ellie squealed in delight and threw her arms around me.

"Hey, watch what you're doing… anyway… I'd rather you not say anything to him, or anyone else for that matter."

Ellie held her hands over her heart in mock offence, "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Ellie, we both know you and a certain Warren H. Muck have a little 'thing' going on."

"Well this isn't about me, is it?"

"But if you tell him, he'll tell Don."

"He does have a big mouth, that's true." Ellie thought. "Fine, I won't say anything, but if you don't tell him at some point, I know you'll never end up telling him."

"Oh geez, enough of the girly shit, we're supposed to be going on a march and if we're not there, Sobel is going to eat us alive."