"You're moping."
"I'm not moping."
"I call this — laying in your bunk, hugging the teddy bear he got you and pouting —moping. What's your definition?"
"Not this, because, I'm. Not. Moping."
"If you weren't my best friend I'd call you childish...oh wait..."
"If you weren't my best friend I'd call you annoying...oh wait..."
"Shut up." Gabby chortled, swiping her pillow from under her head and swinging it to Marley's bunk. She yelped when it hit its destination: the side of her head.
When the door to their bedroom opened, Tristan strolled in with the bag of plain Lays potato chips she purchased at CVS. She kicked the door behind her, but it remained ajar. Her hazel eyes narrowed on Marley. She c****d her head sideways.
"Why are you moping?"
"Oh my god!" Marley shrieked as Gabby burst
