Well, I never went to bed last night. I've been up for nearly 40 hours. Anyway, I somehow made it through school until the middle of honors writing, and then I fell asleep. I woke up about 5 minutes before class ended. I fall asleep in about one class per day. Anyway, I was the first one out of class, so I held the door open for people, and the first one out was Evan. He took the door from me and asked, "So how've you been doing these past few days? You've been falling asleep a lot in class." Now, Evan rarely talks to me. I mean, he doesn't avoid me or anything, but for the most part he has his friends and I pretend to have my friends. (I do have friends, I just don't end up sitting with them a lot.) He's never shown any particular interest in my life. It was honestly nice to have someone ask me how I was doing. It's probably just out-of-whack hormones from lack of sleep talking, but thinking about it makes me either want to hug him or start crying.
I suspect hugging Evan would be nice.
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