Cozy night-out

"Do you like August?" I reiterated, cocking my head to the side.

"N-no! Out of all I said, why was that the only thing you picked out?

Did everything else I said just enter one ear and fly out of the other?" She barked, pulling her hair with both of her fists.

"I don't know why this would affect you so much to the extent of raising your voice at me. Do you like him that way or not?" I asked again, this time, more firmly, crossing my arms under my breasts.

"I don't like August that way but he has been my friend for a while and I can't see him get hurt. It's just like me watching you get hurt. I can't do it."

Her voice went down an octave as she breathed out heavily, placing her hands on my shoulders.