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Things only proceeded to get weirder, as her question was ignored by both Ruby and Elijah. There wasn't enough of a delay between her asking it and Holly coming in for it to be considered a blatant ignore, but Cara still made note of how it wasn't acknowledged if not out of skepticism, then out of unnecessary offense being taken. She smiled at Holly though, finding it hard not to giggle at the girl's words, especially when she so plainly stated that her sister didn't have any friends. She didn't find the statement itself to be funny, but the way that Holly so obliviously claimed it, clearly unable to take into account the social and emotional implications that came with saying things like that, was funny. The way that she said things in such an unfiltered manner wasn't good for anyone, especially not the young girl herself, but even still, some of the things that came out of her mouth, or at least the oblivious nature of their delivery, were hard not to find amusing. They were even more amusing when Cara wasn't the unassuming victim of them, left fumbling for words. Chanel got to sit in that seat now, but luckily Holly's current topic of conversation wasn't as strange or unexpected as they could be, so Chanel was really getting off easy.
"Oh my god, I used to love Polly Pocket!" she laughed, surprised that Holly even knew what those were. She wasn't that much younger than them age wise, but developmentally she was, which made the age gap seem even more steep. "I literally must've had like a thousand dolls between those, Betty Spaghettys, and Barbies," she said, rolling her eyes at her former self.
Back to the point, and even if Holly was making her laugh, the basis of her request was saddening, especially because she said it so casually. It couldn't have been a surprise to any of them that Holly didn't have many friends her own age, but Cara was never quite sure how cognizant Holly was of that. She hoped that like many things, the girl was blissfully ignorant and was able to think that people in her school were her friends, even if they didn't really act that way towards her. The idea of anyone being able to be mean to such a precious little soul was sad, but middle school kids were basically demons at their core anyway, so if anyone could do it, it would be them. Thankfully, Holly was just as resilient as she was unique, and even if it was sad that she had to ask someone to teach her how to make friends, the lack of negative emotion that she seemed to associate with it was a positive thing. "I'll take Chanel's 'how to make friends' class with you, Holls," she insisted, half-kidding. "Even though I don't think I have as much energy as either of you do to maintain so many friendships." Cara had friends and no, she wasn't explicitly eager to make new ones, but Chanel's party this weekend had solidified just how much of a social butterfly Chanel really was. She could make friends with anyone on the spot, and her friendliness seemed to have no limits. She was much better than Cara was at pretending to care about what people were saying, and she was just so inherently likeable, that people gravitated towards her no matter what.
After putting some food on a plate, she took a sip of her wine, and instantly decided that that was not the move for tonight. It wasn't bad, it really wasn't, but unless Cara was already drunk, she was picky with the wine she drank. She didn't make it obvious, but she set the glass down and then looked to the door. Why not kill two birds with one stone? "Holly, before we eat, do you think your sister would let you come across the hall to my place, just for a minute? I need you to help me find something." She didn't want to have dinner now with Roman anyway, but the very least she could do in return for him being such an ass was ruining his dinner with 90 pounds of pure energy and talkativeness.
"Oh my god, I used to love Polly Pocket!" she laughed, surprised that Holly even knew what those were. She wasn't that much younger than them age wise, but developmentally she was, which made the age gap seem even more steep. "I literally must've had like a thousand dolls between those, Betty Spaghettys, and Barbies," she said, rolling her eyes at her former self.
Back to the point, and even if Holly was making her laugh, the basis of her request was saddening, especially because she said it so casually. It couldn't have been a surprise to any of them that Holly didn't have many friends her own age, but Cara was never quite sure how cognizant Holly was of that. She hoped that like many things, the girl was blissfully ignorant and was able to think that people in her school were her friends, even if they didn't really act that way towards her. The idea of anyone being able to be mean to such a precious little soul was sad, but middle school kids were basically demons at their core anyway, so if anyone could do it, it would be them. Thankfully, Holly was just as resilient as she was unique, and even if it was sad that she had to ask someone to teach her how to make friends, the lack of negative emotion that she seemed to associate with it was a positive thing. "I'll take Chanel's 'how to make friends' class with you, Holls," she insisted, half-kidding. "Even though I don't think I have as much energy as either of you do to maintain so many friendships." Cara had friends and no, she wasn't explicitly eager to make new ones, but Chanel's party this weekend had solidified just how much of a social butterfly Chanel really was. She could make friends with anyone on the spot, and her friendliness seemed to have no limits. She was much better than Cara was at pretending to care about what people were saying, and she was just so inherently likeable, that people gravitated towards her no matter what.
After putting some food on a plate, she took a sip of her wine, and instantly decided that that was not the move for tonight. It wasn't bad, it really wasn't, but unless Cara was already drunk, she was picky with the wine she drank. She didn't make it obvious, but she set the glass down and then looked to the door. Why not kill two birds with one stone? "Holly, before we eat, do you think your sister would let you come across the hall to my place, just for a minute? I need you to help me find something." She didn't want to have dinner now with Roman anyway, but the very least she could do in return for him being such an ass was ruining his dinner with 90 pounds of pure energy and talkativeness.