*the air in the shed smells like dust and wood, and Nancy brushes a strand of hair out of her face as she rummaged through a box of spare tools, Mike stands beside her awkwardly, pretending to look through a pile of rope while sneaking glances at her "so...." Mike starts, voice cracking just a little "do you..uh..like Jonathan now?" Nancy freezes for a second, surprised "no...no it's not like that" Mike shrugs "You've been hanging out with him alot.." Nancy rolls her eyes, shaking her head "do you like eleven?" Mike's eyed widened a little at the mention of his friend "what! No ew!"