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America hugged him again and agreed, "As long as they know you're an option. A <******** awesome option. And keep bathing, sometimes you're kinda mangy. But don't like, poach. If they cheat on who they're with now, they'll eventually cheat on you too. Even if they don't right away, you'll be constantly thinking they will."

Awwww puppy. "Well that's good at least. So just be sure to show them you at your best, bathe often, and oh, try not to get creepy. Like, if they seem really into the someone else, getting all fixated on them is hella unhealthy. I just got done dealing with a creepy a*****e, and now I hate him forever. So unless you want this him-her," yeah, she'd caught all the slips Al, you aren't smooth, honey, "...to hate you, respect their decisions and space."

America paused, thinking for a moment, "Have you ever been in a relationship before?"

"Mmmm," America considered the issue, "...just be cool when you hang out. like I said, try not to fixate. If you guys are hanging out and you keep like, making really intense eye contact and saying s**t that translates into I want you I want you I want you dump them pick me all the time? That s**t gets uncomfortable. Seriously, if you start getting all creepy fixated? Go bang someone nice on leave and get some of that s**t out of your system."

At the admission, America grinned and patted a shoulder, "Yeah, I do too. Have you ever chatted up Maebe? She's a ********' treat, let me tell you. But if you've never had a real relationship before, don't pin everything on the first one. Get some experience and figure your s**t out before wrecking friendships just because your heart and d**k are pointed in the same direction for once...oh! Hold up!"

Hopping off Al's back, America ran off across the sand, stopped to pick something up, and then ran back, beaming up at the boy. Victoriously, she held up a bamboo mat. "Yeaaaah, now I got a pair!"

America rolled her eyes, "Listen, if he's not interested just because you've had sex with other people and didn't keep yourself like, pure for him while he was with someone else? Dude's a douchebag an' you're better off without."

She dusted sand off the mat and rolled it up, choosing to walk beside Al for the time being, though she did bump him with her hip at the saddlebag comment. Wrapping an arm around his waist, the girl offered comforting reassurance, "Oh, you'll ******** things up, and some of it probably because you're scared. But not everything. And nothing that'll keep tomorrow from happening or the next day or the day after that."

In reply, America leaned up to give him a big wet kiss on the cheek and then pinched his a**. "******** adorable, but maybe some other time," she smiled and then sighed. "A few assholes in my own life have gotten me all complicated and now I gotta sort that s**t out. I think I underestimated the effect of hunter crazy when it comes to relationships on this island." The girl was wistful with a side of bitter as she spoke, leaning into Al as the walked along the beach.

"So who is this guy, anyway?"

"Oh man, yeah, honey. You're gonna wanna tread carefully there, 'cause Pey will stomp your a**. But Noah's pretty sweet and cute as ********, so I don't blame you for getting a little sappy over him." Out of loyalty to Peyton, America refrained from mentioning how new the other girl was to relationships as well. It was fresh young love all around; puppies in a basket: all clumsy paws, wagging tails, and a vulnerability that was at turns both sweet and alarming. There was definitely gonna be a fair bit of heartbreak no matter how things ended up. "Too bad about the no sharing, thing. You'd make a hot threesome."

Grinning, America elbowed him in the side and then shrugged, "Pey's a hottie, but to each their own and what have you. Just be careful not to rile her up. If things go south with her and Noah, no sense in getting yourself tossed in the line of fire. Probably be kind hard though..." she trailed off thoughtfully for a moment, lips pursed.

"Maybe you should get a new hobby, something to do when you get all worked up and stupid s**t starts looking like good ideas. Like you could learn how to knit and maybe Noah falls asleep or something and you're like, 'Hey, I could totally just watch him sleep for hours!' And then you start knitting instead because everyone knows that staring at your friend while they sleep is hella creepy and you should at least do something productive with that time anyway. At least make a ******** scarf or someshit."

America gave Al a stern look, as if this exact scenario was inevitable and she was already judging him.

"People fall asleep at different times," America scowled back with a huff. Her expression lightened at the mention of missing a wall. "Yeah you better fix that. Could make the wrong sort of impression you know, negligent with your room could be taken as negligent in other ways as well. But I mean a real hobby. What sorts of things do you like to do, anyway?"