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Justin tried not to let the tears get to him, because honestly, Abbott never cried. He forced himself to calm down and tilted his head to the side, watching her. He decided that yelling some more wasn't the way to do things and that she might just shut down completely. "You are contradicting yourself, Abbott." he said calmly. "You say you were happy for us and that you don't care if I have a boyfriend. But on the other hand you.." he turned around and yelled 'what!?' as a bell chimed for the third time and he grabbed the vanilla cupcakes Wayne handed him through the receiving hole in the wall.
"You were happy when we did everything together, always. But yeah, things change and guess what, I can't divide my heart as people waltz into my life. It can only expand." he said as he placed the cupcakes. "I tried to tell you many, many times that there is enough space for you and Wayne both in here," he patted his heart," and in my schedule. You just went ahead and assumed I couldn't do both." he grabbed the cloth and started wiping the counter. "You didn't force me to choose between you and my other friends, you made the choice for me." he reminded her, frowning as he cleaned here and there, more because he didn't want to have to look at her right now.
In the end he slapped the counter and glared at her. "You are doing it again!" he said, groaning as she went on about being sorry she had forced him to be there for her. "You assume that I was miserable. You assume that I prefer to spend time with Wayne or any other friends than you. You just fucking assume everything because you know me so fucking well, Abbott you are bloody infuriating! Haven't you heard anything I have said AT ALL?" he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. "Nothing changed between you and me. Nothing changed until you decided that I was better off without you. If I had been truly miserable about watching you play, I wouldn't have done it ever. I don't like Quidditch, but I like that you are doing something that makes you really, truly happy like that. I've got my healing books, you've got Quidditch, simple, right?" he said, getting a box and placing some sticky buns in it.
"Nothing changed, Abs. I was studying Potions with Wayne way before last year and I will keep doing so because we are both good at it. I attend Care for Magical Creatures so we can share something, and will keep doing so. Nothing changed, only your perception of it." He closed the box and marked an address on it then grabbed and other box, getting cupcakes in it.
"We all are growing up, Abbie. This is our last year, then I'm off to University. I have no idea who else will be following or going Pro, or just going straight to work somewhere. That's how things are, we are not twelve anymore." He closed the next box and wrote a little note to stick with it.