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The Cable Between Us

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Maya's orange hoodie was basically a security blanket at this point. She'd been hiding in it since seventh grade, and she was sixteen now. Tonight though? Tonight she'd actually agreed to go to Jake's party. Her best friend, Kai, had spent literally three weeks convincing her.

"You can't just hide in your room forever," Kai'd said. "People actually like you, Maya. You just have to... exist around them."

Now she stood in Jake's crowded living room, clutching a plastic cup of something that definitely wasn't soda, watching Kai work the room like they'd been born for this.

Spinach dip disaster struck at 9:47 PM. Maya took a bite of a cracker, and suddenly Tyler—Jake's annoyingly perfect older brother—was gesturing at his teeth, mouthing "you have something" while his friends giggled. She'd almost fled to the bathroom when Kai appeared, somehow telepathically sensing her mortification.

"Spinach happens to everyone," Kai whispered, handing her a napkin. "Even Tyler had broccoli stuck in his braces for three straight weeks in eighth grade."

They ended up on Jake's back porch, sharing headphones and watching some cable news show Jake's parents had left on. Jake's cat, a grumpy calico named Pickles, kept headbutting Maya's legs until she gave in and started petting her.

"You know what's funny?" Maya said, suddenly feeling brave. "I always thought you were, like, naturally confident. But you told me you practiced conversations in your mirror before school."

"ONLY in seventh grade," Kai protested, then laughed. "Okay, maybe occasionally still. Whatever. We're all just pretending to know what we're doing."

Pickles the cat jumped into Maya's lap, purring aggressively. The orange glow from the porch light made everything feel warm and safe, not like the scary party inside.

"Hey," Kai said softly. "Thanks for coming tonight. I know it's not your favorite thing. But you're my favorite person to do anything with."

Maya felt something shift inside her chest, warm and real. Maybe being brave wasn't about not being scared. Maybe it was about being scared and showing up anyway.

"Same," she said, and meant it.

They sat there until Jake's dad started yelling about the cable bill being late again. Some things never changed. But some things—like friendship, and learning to be yourself—were worth the awkward parts.