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CORNERS. Draft 1. Chapter 35. The True Friends.
Now it was Rusty’s turn to notice the change. “Peacock!” He cried. “Bells, you did it! Peacock! You’re alive!”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Peacock was suddenly puzzled.
“Dude, we thought you died!”
“You don’t remember?” Asked Bells.
“I don’t remember what?”
“After you got the submarine? Don’t you remember what happened?”
“I dunno. We got here and I took a nap?” Peacock scratched his head.
“You didn’t breathe!” Exclaimed Rusty. “Your heart wasn’t beating! We all freaked out!”
“You freaked out.” Said Bells crossly. “I gave him first aid, contrary to some who were jumping up and down in hysterics.”
“No way. You cried too. You did, you did. I saw it.”
Bells turned beet red. “Leave it to Rusty to embarrass a friend.” She swirled around to stalk off.
“Hey, I’m sorry.” Rusty caught her arm. “I didn’t mean it.”
“Yes, you did.”
“You cried for me? For real?” Peacock was very much interested in this detail.
“And you wouldn’t?” Snapped Bells. “I thought you died!”
“Gee, Bells. That is awesome.” He grinned. “That makes me feel special. Hey, did I really look dead?” He asked Rusty.
“You did. You were blue in the face, I swear.”
“Tantalizing tulips.” Said Peacock. “I wish I could see that.”
“You wouldn’t move either. Like, your arms and legs were limp, and when Bells tried to give you this breathing thing, you know, the first aid thing when you breathe into the other person’s mouth—”
“You kissed me?” Asked Peacock.
Now Bells positively wanted to vanish. “It was not a kiss, okay? It was first aid, you idiot. I would...” She wanted to say, ‘I would never kiss you,’ but that wasn’t true, because of course she would kiss Peacock. She rather liked his smashing looks, his colorful hair, and his smirk. She didn’t exactly think about kissing him, but the idea crossed her mind when him and Rusty and even Grand made smooching sounds at her, after she freshly scolded them for something. They knew it was the only way to get her off their case and embarrass her to no end so that she’d finally leave them in peace. Before emptying a volley of choice curse words on their heads, she’d see Peacock’s stretched out lips and fleetingly wonder what it would feel like to kiss them, then would flee, enraged at the boys for taunting her and at herself for thinking it. She should be thinking of other things, scientific things, like saving near-extinct insects, for example. Or books, reading books.