Maddie shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe we should just hope Rumorzilla gets eaten by zombies and there won't be anymore rumors spread around.” It wasn't unlikely, really, but it was mostly wishful thinking.
“I bet your mom would be pissed if he tried to do that to your socks now,” she said, not realizing that, in saying that, she might be poking at an open wound. Comments about parents and siblings were a lot riskier now than they used to be, sometimes even among friends. “That's what I should've got you for your birthday. A pile of toe socks.”
Maddie watched as Caitie glared at her bed and then moved to the floor. She chewed on her lip, debating. The bed would be cold now because of the water, definitely, but the floor wouldn't be much warmer. She didn't know if Caitie thought she was disgusted with her after that rumor – she wasn't – but she also didn't want to make them both uncomfortable or give Caitie the wrong idea – whatever that idea was.
Decisions were hard.
“You'd probably get sick sleeping on the floor, too, and then I'd have a snot-faced Caitie to deal with again.”