Wendy and Nick
Nick said it so casually, so easily, whereas he had just seen Brendan flirt - or whatever that was - with that three-headed dog-girl. How could that be? Liking James had consumed so much of Wendy this summer - sometimes furious, rabid energy, sometimes apathetic, listless afternoons spent in Blake's bed - and here Nick admitted that he liked two people.
One that Wendy liked, one that Cheyenne liked. How did he...?
Books and television had taught Wendy that love was an agonizing torment that distracted you from important matters and that lesson had only been reinforced by his brief entanglements with James.
"I... I don't understand," Wendy said, looking puzzled. "You like the both of them? Do you... Have you...? I thought you were not upset by what Cheyenne and Brendan were doing -- but you like him?"