"It means he doesn't hate you," Angela pointed out, because that was what she was trying to achieve here. She thought the chances that Nick's younger brother just hated Ainsley by default were slim to nothing. She pointed to the screen again. The conversation with Nick had progressed a little and Nick was fine filling her in a little more about his brother. "He has a stomach bug, and he's in good hands. There, look. He's a National title holder in ballet and ballroom dancing. He turned fifteen a month ago - whoa, he's a baby - and he's been taking a breather from Facebook, even though he has an account. See? He doesn't hate you, Ains. He's been puking, sleeping, and probably hasn't even seen your Facebook friends request."

She held her hand up to stop him so he didn't accidentally throw himself off the self-sacrificial metaphorical teenager bridge. When you were that age, some things could seem like a huge deal, and there was no doubt about the fact that one of the biggest and hardest things you could deal with when you were a teenager was crushing. "He might not have wanted to open up his whole life story to you after one day knowing him, buddy. Ease into it, don't worry. Making new friends is a tough gig sometimes, he probably just needs time to adjust."