"So who's Jamie?" Bridget asked, between dainty sips of hot chocolate.
Ty leaned in, intrigued, from the table next to where Bridget, Mickey, and I were sitting. He sat with Kyle and S'more, who were playing with straws and those mixer things that you thought were straws when you were a kid at Dunkin' Donuts (and you know you did). Emma and Shawn stood nearby, since there were no free tables, so heated in conversations that their full cups cooled right in their cold hands without them noticing.
"She was my friend." I explained. "Jenny, Jade, Marie, and Olivia were my friends, too, but when I brought up No Gravity they flipped out on me and now I have no friends."
"Why?" Ty asked. "They like the ground too much or somethin'?" He joked.
I giggled. "Nah. Jamie wants to be a singer - which by the way, is not going to happen - and got mad at me when I got the opportunity. Then everyone stood by her and not me, so basically, my best friends are gone."
"You have us." Bridget pointed out.
"And we're good friends." Mickey added, sportively, with a smile.
"Weird, though." Ty muttered, and gave Mickey a half-smile.
"It's not weird, it's appreciation!" Mickey protested, over enunciating appreciation.
"What?" I asked, awkwardly.
"Mickey makes dolls of us." Bridget laughed.
"Her mom works for a toy manufacturing company," Ty explained, over Mickey's hysterical laughter. "And they make those dolls with the big heads and skinny bodies-,"
"Oh, I know those dolls! The Dipsy whatevers?" I added.
"Something like that. Anyway, she takes the doll parts - male and female - puts them together, paints in the face, which she is really good at-,"
"Thank you." Mickey said between laughs, her face bright red.
"You're welcome. Then she sews in the hair that they let her have, and makes the clothes. She has at least three dolls of each of us, and she likes to dress them up and do their hair, and Keira plays with them."
"Who's Keira?" I asked.
"My sister." Mickey said, and continued to laugh in friendly humiliation. Then she added, "I have three Ty's, four Bridget's, three S'mores, four Kyles, and I have an Izzy now!"
"What?" I said, in humourous alarm. Ty, Bridge and I started laughing.
"I made it last night! You were wearing a green cardigan and a tshirt with pin-striped leggings!" She proclaimed.
"Creep!" I laughed, feeling finally that I had people I belonged near.
"Guys, time to go." Shawn said, walking up to our tables.
"We're going ice skating!" Emma added, excitedly.
And let the stumbling awkwardness begin!