When I cried today, I didn't break down and call Mylan. I laid on my bed with Salmon bear and Fudge and Xander and we shared a large, tear-streaked hug.
This evening we were expected at some obscure relatives' home. I was forgotten about most of the five hours we were there, but the dog liked me. Old-woman, pregnant woman, and I had a talk about boys and the troubles that they cause. Since they're under the impression that I'm a lesbian, I didn't have much to add.
Now I'm dreading both sleep and school tomorrow. It's going to be difficult not having Shane by my locker in the mornings or walking me to math class. If he says "hullo" to me when I return his things I'll be surprised. The giving back of the necklaces is going to be especially painful.