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“Do you know how hard it is for me to talk to you?” Stacy leaned against the counter in the 'no-girls-allowed' secret base that was Wallace's apartment. “You guys don't even have chairs.” She muttered. Wallace turned away from the refrigerator.
“So sue me.” He set the drinks on the counter, “why'd you need to come here anyways. What's so important you can't text?” This face-to-face was a nearly non-existant occurance, and the fact that they were alone had never happened before.
“I didn't know who else to talk to.” Stacey paused. “You know, you're right. There's really no reason to be here.” she turned away from the counter, and reached for her coat, shrugging it on as she reached for the door.
She didn't understand why she thought talking to Wallace would work, let alone why she even though she could do it in the first place.
What would she have said? Hey Wallace, when you turn my boyfriends gay, it makes me feel like a failure as a woman. She couldn't say that.
There wasn't really a way to talk about it. Stacy pulled her jacket closer as she walked across the street. It wouldn't do any good to talk. She would just have to remember not to let any potential boyfriends near Wallace Wells.