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Elective	By : CeeCee Category: Comics > Archie & Co. Views: 3061 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the Archies fandom. These characters belong to Archie Comics. I make no money from writing this piece of sh- I mean, fanfiction.

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Author’s Note: Brief spoiler. This fic chapter winks at another one that I have out here (*coughBEGGIN’cough*). Left a little Easter egg that may make you shake your heads. Thanks for reading, anyway.

Ethel dreamt of the time she found her Grandma Doris' full-length chinchilla coat in her attic and tried it on. The hem pooled around her feet, since she was only five, and the sleeves hung well over her hands. All she could remember was how toasty warm she felt wrapped in all that softness...

She stirred to consciousness reluctantly, hesitating to open her eyes. The last remnant of sleep was too precious, too delicious to give up yet. And she was so warm and cozy, stretched out against something firm and musc-

Her eyes snapped open immediately. Holy shit, her mind supplied, I brought someone home!!! Her cheek rested against a hard, supple pec, which unfortunately was slicked with her own drool. One long, beefy arm curved protectively around her back, and her foot was wedged between two ankles. That arm moved, briefly taking away a bit of the warmth so its owner could scratch his nose. The body shifted slightly under hers, settling her more comfortably against him, and she didn't fight it. Ethel sighed out a long groan of contentment. Her eyes flickered to the other side of her dorm.

She mentally slapped herself. Melody lay across the way, curled up in bed and snoring like a buzz saw. Ethel felt immediately guilty about having an overnight guest and invading her roommate's space. She briefly inspected Moose's body, not as imposing as he slept, and she noticed he'd removed his t-shirt at some point in the night. Ethel felt herself flush at the sight of his bare skin, he had a ghosting of dark blond hair on his chest that tapered into a sparse happy trail... A brief stroke of her palm over his waist found the elastic of his boxer shorts, and she sent up a thankful prayer that neither of them was naked.

Well... Somewhat thankful. Moose's abdomen jumped slightly at her furtive caress, and she felt even guiltier for disturbing him.

She replayed the night's events in her head, vaguely remembering Jell-O shots and blaring music. Her feet still throbbed from walking around in the snug, uncomfortable little heels that Mel talked her into, and her eyes spied the evil knit dress hanging in the corner of the room, mocking her again.

She cringed. Stan... Geez. What a mess, she mused. He was always easygoing in class when she posed for it, but now she had kissed him. How the heck was she going to look him in the eye again after the party? She’d been so drunk. And he walked her home.

Then there was still the issue of Moose. Ethel realized she hadn't treated Moose very well last night, earlier. She remembered the turn of events, one frame at a time, smothering a sigh at each one.

She’d danced with Stan. No big deal, at first. That inescapable, warm and blurry haze of alcohol lowered her inhibitions… it was strange to realize that she had them to begin with. Ethel had never, ever been that bold with a guy, even when she was still chasing Jughead. Ethel didn’t consider herself a flirt, certainly. Up until last night, no one had ever paid her that much blatant attention. It was a heady rush… but it just didn’t work. Things weren’t meant to be. 

Stan was right. It was better that they had let things lie after one kiss. It was “educational.” Not that she hadn’t had fun with him, but… yeah. No. Just, no. Moose, on the other hand. Wow. He was so solid and cozy beneath her. They fit together easily, and her bed was crowded, but she felt like he belonged there.

She’d gone to Stan’s room… Ethel groaned aloud, and the sound hurt her own ears. The room spun a little, and she closed her eyes miserably. Was this what a hangover felt like? She smacked dry lips and wondered when someone replaced her tongue with a dirty lint roller. Moose jerked slightly, and his arm tightened around her. Ethel sighed and stretched against him, yawning, then lowered the hem of the covers a little to give her overheated skin some air.

 

“Ugh,” he muttered. “No mixing.” Ethel giggled, then winced.

“No kidding.”

“You were in rare form. I had to pry you off of the chandelier.”

“Ha, ha.” Ethel raised her head from his chest and looked him over. He had bags under his eyes and his blond hair was a tousled mess. He also had a slight pillow crease in his cheek that made her smile. “Good morning, Handsome.” Moose snorted and gently nudged her head back down against his chest in an attempt to silence her. She tickled his armpit, making him squirm.

“Quit it…”

“I wasn’t swinging from the chandelier.”

“You were about one Jello shot shy.”

“I wasn’t any kind of shy,” she grumbled. “Geez… how did I end up there?”

“You went with Melody.”

“I know, but I’m talking about everything else. That wasn’t me.”

“I dunno, Ethel. You might have had us all fooled up until now. Taylor Swift on the outside, and Lady Gaga on the inside.” She felt him shrug beneath her, and she glared up at him.

“You’re the worst. Seriously.”

“You had a little alcohol. It’s no big deal. You were having fun.”

“Did I sound really bad?”

“No. You had your moments.” She groaned into his chest. Moose chuckled and stroked her hair.

“That’s what it sounded like,” she argued back. “I don’t act all… crazy.” She made a finger spinning gesture. “Not usually.”

“No.” He continued to stroke her hair and stared up at the ceiling. It felt soft sliding through his thick fingers. “Not that crazy.”

“Hmmph…” This time she shifted her face up to squint at him, trying to raise herself up from his tempting bulk, but he grasped her shoulders and didn’t let her get far.

“Calm down,” he muttered, blue eyes boring into hers. “That’s not what I’m even trying to say. Ethel… you’re different. You’re not the same person I remember from high school. You’re a little… wilder.” She opened her mouth to give him what-for, but he shushed her. “Not in a bad way. But I remember you being a little more buttoned up.” He paused for a moment, and she could hear the wheels turning. “You were you, but not you. Do you get me?”

“Nooooo…?” He sighed and closed his eyes, shaking his head.

“Never mind, then…”

“Do you think I’m a tramp?” she asked suddenly. He stiffened, and his eyes cut down at her in annoyance.

“Heck, no. Why? Who said anything? Why would you think that?”

“It’s just-“

“No, it’s just not,” he interrupted. “It’s not, Ethel.” She averted her eyes from his, but he tugged a lock of her hair. “It was a party. Everybody cuts loose once in a while. You were having fun, and no one was judging you. They were too busy staring at the hot, half-naked girl dipping into the Jello shots. They weren’t judging you for that, trust me.”

“God.” Ethel sighed, and Moose shivered at the soft puff of her warm breath misting over his flesh. “I’m so stupid…”

“No, you’re not. I hate that word,” he grumbled. “You’re not stupid at all.”

“I made you and Mel worry. Sorry.”’

“It’s okay.” Moose’s arm tightened around her, and she huddled against him, enjoying his warmth.

“I’m not stupid, either,” Melody murmured blearily, smacking her lips before she flipped over and resumed her low snores moments later. “S’okay… Ethel.” Ethel smothered a snicker.

“See. There you go,” Moose said simply. “Listen to your roommate.”

“You realize what you’re telling me to do, right?” she reminded him. Melody looked almost vulnerable snuggled under the covers, one arm flung over her head. Her hair was knotted into a scrunchie bun on top of her head, her face was stripped of makeup, and she wore a pink satin Hello Kitty sleeping mask trimmed in ruffles and rhinestones. Moose smirked.

Ethel contemplated the events of the night before some more, just soaking up Moose’s warmth and enjoying his gentle caresses. He just felt so good.

“I wasn’t very nice to you last night.”

“Oh.” That confused him. “When?”

“You know… when I kissed you. And I got my nose all bent out of joint when you stopped.” She felt so awkward, but so relieved to admit what had been nagging her since they arrived back at her room last night. Moose was quiet, and his chest heaved beneath her cheek in a heavy sigh. He made a thoughtful sound, and his hand rubbed circles over her back.

“Yeah. About that.” He peered down at her. “I’m sorry. That was a jerk move. I didn’t have any business kissing you like that, Ethel. It’s just… I don’t know.” He removed his hand for a moment, then let it rest against her skin again. “I just had this urge. I had a little to drink, too.”

“You didn’t have the Jello shots,” she reasoned. “You weren’t as torn up as me.”

“But I knew better. It wasn’t the time or the place, and, y’know…” He was frustrated.

“Now that you’ve had the chance to sleep on it, do you still think it was a good idea?”

Because that thought was nagging her the longer she gave herself to think about it. Because she felt uncertain, in the light of day, that he could like her. Really like her, and want to keep spending time with her. This could still be a fluke, couldn’t it.

“I was afraid to mention it,” Moose admitted. “I’m kinda glad you did first.”

“Mentioned what?” 

He swallowed around a lump of worry. “That last night happened.”

“Now that we’ve kinda mentioned it, is this still okay?” She steeled herself for a possible rejection, because he could still decide it was a bad move. She slowly withdrew her hand, prepared to get out of bed and give him the chance to get decent. His bare chest was making it difficult to think clearly and maintain polite boundaries – or think straight, she admitted to herself – and in the light of day, they needed to-

His lips.

They were soft and warm when he tilted her face up to meet his, shifting her more comfortably against him, and he captured her hand, holding it against his chest. She felt his heartbeat, noticing that it picked up in speed, matching her own rapid pulse. He captured her brief, low sound of wonder that turned into a moan of need. Each kiss was a slow, thoughtful caress of his mouth, a getting-to-know-you, a good-morning-how-did-you-sleep greeting that made her body hum to life. Pleasure fluttered in her stomach at the feel of him against her, and she combed her fingers through his short blond hair, exploring its coarse texture.

This.

This was what had been missing last night, she realized. This quiet, casual perusal and intimacy. It wasn’t there with Stan, the connection just wasn’t there; with Moose, it came naturally. There was chemistry. Moose liked taking his sweet time and enjoying the moment. He eased her up, rearranging her until the length of her body was flush against his. His large hands framed her face and guided it into his kiss, one after another. Her hands stroked his arms, his shoulders, the lovely recess of his collarbone and the cords of muscle in his throat.

She’d worried about dragon breath. She knew hers had to smell absolutely hellacious, between her bender and just waking up in the morning, but that worry was banished when he came up for air, holding her back from him for a moment. “I need to brush my teeth,” he confessed. She nodded.

They broke into snickers. She kissed his cheek and caressed the hint of stubble emerging there. “You need a shave, too.”

“What? Don’t like beards?”

“I don’t know,” she told him. “Never kissed anyone with one.” His brows rose at that.

“Ever wanted to?” She shrugged.

“It’s not a dealbreaker. Not really a preference, either.”

“It wouldn’t be a dealbreaker if you grew a beard, either,” Moose told her soberly.

“Yes, it would.”

“Okay. It would. But, seriously. You want me to shave?”

“Not right now,” she allowed. “Deal?” He nodded and pulled her down for another mind-tangling kiss, and she didn’t make any further effort to get out of bed. Her t-shirt hem rode up and her bare belly slid against his, impossible to avoid with so much of him exposed. His fingers feathered over her narrow waist and traced her lower spine. Her body felt different from Midge’s, her curves less generous but still soft and inviting. He could feel her narrow hipbones and the faint impression of a delicate rib. Ethel had no basis for comparison, and she didn’t need one. He felt solid, hot and delicious, his mounds of muscle wrapped in taut, smooth skin. Moose… he was always cute. His looks were boyish, if you could get past how big and burly he was, being the oldest kid in their class growing up. She’d never held anyone before, or been kissed the way her friends always described, and her long-held dream came true, with some changes.

It wasn’t with Jughead. It didn’t have to be. It never would have felt like this.

He’d been one half of “Moose and Midge” since junior high. In the back of her mind, she felt odd, kissing the one person she always thought of as “taken.” Midge was curvaceous, athletic and beautiful, so why wouldn’t he be obsessed with her? That thought gave her pause. She broke their kiss, reluctantly, and rested her forehead against his cheek. 

“What? What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

“You look like something’s wrong.” He was scowling slightly, but he nuzzled her. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s… nothing.” Before he could press any further, they heard a loud, girlish yawn from across the way, and Melody rolled herself upright and stretched, mask still in place. Ethel felt a hint of panic, realizing that Moose wasn’t really decent. She fumbled around and found his discarded shirt and shoved it into his hand, taking advantage of her roommate’s temporary blindness. Melody stretched out a kink in her shoulder, rotating it, and she scratched her boob, not realizing that she had an audience. Moose watched her, fascinated, until Ethel poked him in irritation. He went back to the task at hand of getting dressed, and he shuffled out of bed, treating Ethel to an inadvertent view of the open flap of his boxers.

Whoa.

Her cheeks flushed deep scarlet at the sight of his man-bits dangling out and clearly half-awake, the flesh a rosy pink. She averted her eyes sheepishly, but she felt a tightness between her legs, an awareness that she’d been keeping that warm all night. Moose hopped into his jeans with slight difficulty, not something he enjoyed doing in a hurry. His shirt was thoroughly rumpled, and a brief glance in the full-length mirror on her closet door told Ethel that she looked a fright, too, and that her breasts weren’t cooperating. Her nipples were standing at attention through the thin material of her tee. She folded her arms across her chest and hunched over a little, despite that, when she thought about it, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before. Moose checked his pockets for his keys and wallet just as Melody lifted her sleeping mask and slid it above her forehead.

“Hellooooo, dry mouth,” the blonde drummer muttered. “Hey, Moosie. Wanna get breakfast?” She was nonplussed, not caring that Ethel had a male overnight guest. She scratched her belly absently before getting up to retrieve her smartphone.

“Um… I gotta go. I’ll let you two do your thing.” Ethel was still blushing furiously, but she got out of bed and politely walked him to the door.

“Thanks again,” she murmured. “Maybe we’ll… talk later.”

“I’m headed to the gym, and I’ve gotta study for an Econ test with Ambrose.”

“Oh. Ambrose. Tell him hi.”

“Okay.” He was anxious to go, more so when Melody gave him a goofy little grin and waved at him. He needed space to think, and his body still bore the imprint of Ethel’s softness, and a willingness that he found too tempting. There were too many things to sort out. But as she left him out, he turned back and gave her a plaintive look. Despite her disheveled state, he pulled her into the hall with him for a moment and pulled the door mostly shut, away from Mel’s prying eyes. “I’ll see you,” he told her before stealing a kiss that made her sigh. Her fingers tangled in the collar of his shirt, and she wanted so badly to bring him back inside. When he pulled away, he nodded a goodbye, but the warmth of his lips lingered.

“Come back in here,” Melody sang, “and dish.” Ethel sighed and shook her head, then closed out the rest of the world for the next hour, spilling everything to her roommate and filling in the gaps from when they’d separated at the party. Melody was an awesome audience, hugging her pink, polka-dotted throw pillow against her chest and sitting Indian-style on her bed, hanging on her every word. They agreed that the jello shots had been fantastic, but Melody sobered a little when Ethel told her about how she’d felt after Stan invited her into his room.

“E, I’m still sorry we lost track of each other. I’m glad he walked you home, but that could have gone south. I feel like crap for leaving you behind like that.”

“You didn’t know. Stan’s a little goofy, but he’s decent.”

“Buddy system from now on,” Melody promised, extending her pinkie. Ethel locked hers around it and they shook on it. “I just want you to be safe.”

“I know,” Ethel said humbly. “ It’s not like I ‘know’ Stan, but I see him every day, and I’ve never had so much of an inkling that he thought of me in any other way than some girl who sits naked in his art class.”

“Y’know, it’s funny. I don’t how guys think about me, either.” Melody mulled it over. “It’s like, I talk to them, but they don’t seem like they’re paying much attention to what I’m saying. Like, we’ll be talking, and I’ll ask them a question, and they’re like, ‘Huh? What?’ and it’s like I’ve been talking to a wall. And they’re never looking at my face.” Ethel’s lips twitched, but she nodded agreement.

“Who can figure ‘em out?”

“I know, right???”

They took their conversation to the showers, chatting over the noise of the spray, the white curtain separating them. Ethel vigorously shampooed her hair, washing off Moose’s essence while reliving his touch. And Stan’s kiss… she shuddered. The night was a blur. She still heard the live music blasting from the backyard and smelled the masculine funk of dirty laundry and sneakers, of his room and his acrid cologne… in hindsight, it was unappealing. It never would have worked.

“Wanna go to Starbucks, or just to the hall?” Melody inquired cheerfully. “I’m in the mood for a bagel.”

”Anything that won’t come back up.” Ethel was slowly beginning to feel like ten pounds of crap stuffed into a five-pound sack.

“Ooh. You starting to feel bad?”

“Bad might be an understatement…”

“Uh-oh…” Ethel heard Mel shut off her shower abruptly, and she peered inside Ethel’s stall, noticing that she looked pale and sick.

“ Right. Let me help you.” She reached in and helped Ethel rinse her hair, turning off the dial and wrapping her in her large bath sheet. Melody reached for Ethel’s shower caddy and helped her toward the door, but Ethel made her wait.

“Oh, God,” Ethel blurted before stumbling toward the bathroom stall. She just made it before she chucked up the sour contents of her stomach. Melody set down the caddy on the sink and held back her hair, patting her back.
“Starbucks,” Melody decided for her. “Time for coffee.” Ethel’s reply lived halfway between “Sure,” and “bleeearrrggghhh…”

*

Ethel spent the remainder of the day heavily dosed with Motrin and guzzling water to combat cotton mouth. Melody, well accustomed to recovering from an all-night bender, cheerfully informed her that she was on her way to a yoga class. She looked fresh as a daisy, hair held back from her face by her big sunglasses, her long, rolled-up pink mat tucked under her arm.

“Sure you don’t wanna go.”

“Unngh.”

“That a no?”

“Uunnggh.” Ethel nodded, even though it hurt. She gave Mel a thumbs-up, eyes still closed and half-shielded by her pillow. 

“Byyeeeeeeee!” Melody let the door swing shut, and Ethel cringed at the slam. That left her alone with her thoughts, which were a hopeless jumble.

She’d spent the night with Moose. It boggled her mind. It still felt surreal, and her body still felt marked, somehow. She felt as though anyone looking at her could tell that she’d made out with a boy. That he spent the night tucked into her bed. She’d always heard her friends joking about the “Walk of Shame,” but this wasn’t the same. She became keenly aware that Moose’s name was on the guest register as visiting her in the wee hours of the night. Their encounter was documented in the books. She had the childish urge to run to the RA and tell her, “Please, please, pretty please, don’t tell my parents.” 

She replayed those events in her mind and kept coming full circle back to the question: What did Moose think of her? If Melody hadn’t woke up when she did, how far would they have gone? 

She turned to a source of reason and insight that she trusted more than anyone else, reaching over to get her smartphone from her purse. She thumbed through her screen of contacts, heading to the C’s. She tapped Betty Cooper’s photo icon and waited impatiently through her ringback tone of “Redneck Woman.” Ethel toyed with the edge of the comforter and stared up at the ceiling, glad it wasn’t spinning anymore. Her stomach decided to mend fences with her, starting to growl.

“Hey!” Betty chirped at her. “Long time, no hear!”

“I know. I miss you.”

“How’s school?”

“Eh. It’s… school. It’s okay.”

“Just okay?” She could hear Betty’s smile faltering over the phone, and Ethel sighed.

“Things are kind of a mess. I just need an ear.”

“I’ve got two.”

“I went to a party last night. Some things got out of hand.”

“How out of hand are we talking, Ethel? Are you all right?”

“Yeah. I am. I’m nursing a hangover from hell.” Betty giggled.

“Aw. Yeah. Not crazy about those. If I’ve learned anything since I’ve been away from home, it’s never jump in on a drinking game when someone turns on an episode of SNL. And wine coolers are dangerous. Stay away from those.”

“And Jello shots,” Ethel chimed in. “Evil. EEEEVILLLLL.”

“So you went out, huh?”

“I might have made a few bad judgment calls, but things worked out in the end.”

“What happened, sweetie?”

“I spent a lot of the night hanging all over this guy in the life art class that I model for. I think I kind of made a fool out of myself. And I kissed him.” There was a brief silence on the other end of the call. Ethel bit her lip, wondering what Betty thought of her, now.

“Wow, Ethel! Whoo! Someone’s coming out of their shell while they’re away from home.“

 “Ohhh, just a little bit.”

 “Was he cute?” 

 “Yeah. He’s decent looking, but there just wasn’t that special something, y’know? No spark.” 

 “Was he all right with that?” 

 “Yeah. It didn’t really go anywhere, but Betty, let me tell you: I was FREAKING OUT the whole time.” 

 “I bet! Wow,” she laughed. “Look at you. What did you end up wearing to the party?” Because Betty asked the important questions. 

 “Oh, God.” That freshened Ethel’s embarrassment. “You don’t wanna know.” 

 “Oh, I do! I do now that you tell me I don’t!” 

 “This little, white nothing dress! It was all hoochie-mama-ish and tight and SHORT.” 
Betty cackled on the other end of the line. “You’re kidding! Wow, that doesn’t sound like you at all, Ethel.” 
 “Blame my roommate, Melody.” 
“Okay. Where’s Melody from, again?”
“Midvale.”
“That’s right.”
“I sent you that picture of her.”
“I know. I remember. I liked the kitty ears. She looks fun.” Betty got back on topic. “So what happened?”
“Stan kissed me. I wanted to see what it was like.” 
 “Verdict?” 
 “Eh. It was just, ‘Eh.’” 
 “Ah.” 
 “It wasn’t bad, but he wasn’t exactly screaming for more, either. So, he walked me home.” 
 “Oh. Melody knew where you were?” 
 “Not until I scared the crap out of her. And out of Moose.” 
 “Moose?” That caught Betty’s interest. “That’s RIGHT. You two go to the same campus.” 
 “Hoo, yeah.” 
 “Hey. What’s up? What’s up with that tone?” Betty’s voice went all furtive. “Did something happen with you and Moose?” 
Ethel took a deep breath. “He might have stopped by to check on me to see if I was okay after I came home from the party. And we might have talked about somethings, because maybe Stan wasn’t the only guy who kissed me at the party.” 
 “Holy. Cow. Are you kidding me. Ethel, are you kidding me?” 
 “No.” 
 “ETHEL LORRAINE MUGGS.” 
 “And he might have come up and stayed with me because it was late when we were done talking.” 
Ethel held the phone away from her ear when Betty shrieked. Her voice sounded all excited when she came back. 
“So, by ‘stayed with you,’ did anything… happen?”
“No. Not like that. He just looked after me. He just made sure I was all right.”
“What was that like? I mean, this is Moose Mason! Wow! You like him? Was it nice?”
“Oh, it was nice.” With Moose’s heartbeat beneath her cheek and the faint remainder of his cologne tickling her nose. So nice. 
“Moose can be pretty sweet,” Betty mused. “He’s single again, isn’t he?”
“How did you know?”
“Midge. She’s going to community college and working at the Choklit Shoppe until she can earn enough money and credits to transfer. I ran into her two weeks ago. She said the whole long distance thing wasn’t working. She’s been hanging out with Adam.”
“Adam? Like, your Adam?”
“He’s not my Adam anymore,” Betty chuckled. “He was always nice, though. The chemistry just wasn’t there.”
“Chemistry, huh?” Ethel’s lips quirked. “Who do you have chemistry with these days, Cooper?”
“Oh… no one you’d know,” she teased smugly.
“Betty. SPILL.”
“Okay. Maybe you’ve heard of him. Tallish, nice dimples, lettered in every sport and plays bass guitar?” Ethel’s eyes widened.
“Wait… REGGIE?”
“The one and only Mantle the Great,” Betty confirmed.
“Geez. We need to get caught up. Soon.”
“He walked me home from a party, too.”
“Hope he didn’t have to rescue you from anybody.”
“Nope, unless you count wine coolers and a living room full of frat boys and jocks I hardly knew.”
“How is he?”
“Great.” She heard a genuine smile in her voice, and Ethel grinned.
“I’m glad.” Ethel sighed. “I don’t know what to do about Moose.”
“See where things go. What is he doing today?”
“He escaped after Melody invited him to eat with us. Haven’t heard from him yet. I have art class with him tomorrow.” Her stomach sank once she said it aloud. 
“Maybe you can talk to him somewhere else,” Betty suggested. 
“I don’t have his number.”
“Facebook him,” Betty suggested. “He’s on my list. Add him from there.” Ethel mulled this.
“He’ll think I’m stalking him.”
“Um, no. Go ahead and add him, woman. Talk to him.”
“Maybe I’ll just message him.”
“Whatever works. Wimp.”
Ethel made a sound of disgust. “I’m feel like an idiot. This shouldn’t be difficult.”
“It shouldn’t be. Not really. Does it seem like he likes you?”
“Well, we talked about it a little. Kind of.” Ethel wouldn’t assume that kisses didn’t lie, but he made himself pretty comfy in her narrow little dorm bed.
“What was he like?” Betty asked.
“How do you mean?”
“When he’s just… I dunno, when he’s not around his friends, or around Midge like he was back in the day, what’s Moose like?”
“Mellow. Funny. Easy to talk to, I guess.” And cute. Cuddly. Warm. Oh, so warm. Gentle.
“Yet, you’re wondering what to say to him now?”
“I woke up drooling all over him this morning, after I spent all night hanging on a guy in my class. We both had a lot to drink. Kinda hard to find the right words, Bets.”
“Well, try.”
They chitchatted another few minutes and rang off. Ethel shoved her feet into her tennies, shrugged into a hoodie, and made her hair somewhat presentable before heading for the dining hall. Her mind whirled with questions that seemed like they were supposed to have easy answers. 
It never worked out that way…
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