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There was something about watching the waves that was just peaceful. At least it was usually peaceful. Now he just remembered coming out here with Wallace to talk. That talk had ended with a kiss and it hadn't been Wallace doing the kissing. Then, if he hadn't known better - and he swore he knew better - there was Wallace trying to make him jealous at the next party. It was frustrating and he was half tempted to go head down to Tim's old gym and start at the punching back for a little while.
That was probably a bad idea. Still, it made him feel a little better.
He could go surfing, but he didn't really feel like it. Or hang gliding. He could go hunt down one of the girls or Bart, but being with Cassie when he was definitely not moping was a bad idea and Cissie and Bart would have too many questions.
Really, he had no idea what he wanted to do and he kicked at the sand a little. Damn it, he didn't like feeling like this and he refused to admit why he was. Because he kind of liked Wallace and he had been jealous. He didn't need more screwed up relationships, women or men.
That was probably a bad idea. Still, it made him feel a little better.
He could go surfing, but he didn't really feel like it. Or hang gliding. He could go hunt down one of the girls or Bart, but being with Cassie when he was definitely not moping was a bad idea and Cissie and Bart would have too many questions.
Really, he had no idea what he wanted to do and he kicked at the sand a little. Damn it, he didn't like feeling like this and he refused to admit why he was. Because he kind of liked Wallace and he had been jealous. He didn't need more screwed up relationships, women or men.