((I'm okay with this! ))
"Thanks for trying, though," Flits said as they carefully sidled out of the library. "Everyone's gonna suspect it was me if I don't go to the gym showers and get all of this out! Maybe we can do it again sometime, only without so much glitter in my wings. I'll see you again, okay?"
Flits made a beeline for the gym when no one was at Phys. Ed. He knew where things were as he'd snuck in once before, and he quickly borrowed someone's bottle of all-in-one and washed. He left a mass of feathers, glitter, and hair accessories around the drain however.
Later that day the janitors, teachers, and students were all talking and hearing rumors of a mysterious thing that happened near water. Someone had suspected the Art teacher had finally cracked and flushed all the pre-K craft supplies down the toilet and now it had wound up in the fountain and the showers.
Doing his best not to laugh and give anything away, he tucked an anonymous note into Gigi's locker:
"Dear Gigi,
They're blaming the Art teacher for this one. I'm so glad there were no bobby pins. Please style my hair any time you want! I'm game to try out something new if you need someone to experiment on.
Love, Gig"
From then on, Flits understood what it was like to laugh about a good memory and how sometimes it meant that you can share a secret story with a new friend and how only the two of them shared the experience. It was a special kind of fun to laugh along with someone, knowing something they knew.
