How Green Becomes Wood

"I think people who don't have a sister, at least ones who don't have one close in age, imagine sisters as being very sweet, angelic, loving little girls who braid each other's hair, but actually I think it's like living with your mortal enemy who also steals your clothes," Claire mused.
 
"I am so sorry you have to go through that," Alec said seriously. "Boy puberty mostly makes you feel like everything you do is wrong, you're an ugly mess, and you really want to either cry or hit something or both."
 
"If you'd like to," Claire said, taking the last few sips of her drink before throwing her cup away. Then, after a few moments of hesitation, she took Alec's arm again. Her touch was gentle and nervous, proving she wasn't at all sure if this was right and half expecting him to pull away. But, she reminded herself, when they came in, he had offered his arm to her! So maybe it was alright, she hoped, as she turned her large, blue eyes up to him.
 
Alec tossed his cup when Claire threw hers away, and then a hand touched his arm. He looked down at her - one of the few people he actually looked down to - and his heart did a little somersault when he saw her blue eyes looking bashfully up at him. He blushed yet again and could not help a giddy little smile. He tried to rein in the smile as quickly as possible and shifted his arm so it was easier for her to hold. "Left or right?" he asked her softly. "I am happy going any direction." Any direction at all as long as it was with her.
 
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