Why: Bright won't give me the damn book, so I have to do something
Amber climbed back up to the attic, and she flopped down next to Anna. "Have they been chatty?" She nodded toward where the boys.
"You didn't miss anything," Anna said, forcing a little smile. Well, she should have figured Warren was having sex. The other two were.
"Are you going to be okay?" Amber reached out to squeeze her friend's shoulder.
"Yeah," she said, shrugging.
"He went for a walk, if you ... wanted to make your escape."
"Thanks," she said as she eased off the couch. She gathered up the bottles of nail polish.
"Do you want me to ... leave the room alone for a while?"
Anna shook her head. "It's your room. Maybe I'll go for a walk, too." Maybe she'd bump into him. Hopefully not. She paused near the door. "How bad, is it?"
Amber didn't want to hurt her, but she didn't want to lie to her. "It's love bad, kitten."
Anna's lips trembled briefly before she nodded, and turned away. Well, of course it was love bad. She had no one to blame but herself, either. She'd never told him when she'd started having more than friend, more than big-brother feelings for him. Her own fault, no one else's. "Will she...will he be happy with her?" Because if he'd be happy...then she'd pretend it was okay.
Amber shook her head a little. "It's...drama on top of wangst, and a pending disaster. It's going to be messy."
"Sometimes, your committment to honesty sucks," Anna said quietly before she let herself out of the attic.
"I know, kitten," Amber said softly after Anna had left. She ran her fingers through her hair, then decided she'd go tattle to Patch, because he usually had a pretty level head on his shoulders, and maybe he could make some sense of this.