Camilla's P.O.V.
I came back to my dorm with my crutches to find Chandler and Gracie in the bed together. What a surprise. With coffee in one hand, I sat down on the bed putting my crutches against the wooden desk that took it's place as a side table.
"So do you guys want to explain what the hell you two are doing?" I asked them. Grace's eyes looked like they were about to explode from their sockets. She coughed, "I'll explain if you give me that coffee. I have a hangover."
I sighed and handed her the coffee, "How drunk Grace?" Chandler chuckled, "Drunk." He wrapped his arms around her and I was always one to think that Chandler was not the cliche romance-type; guess I was wrong.
"So now that you've drunk my coffee that I spent 40 minutes in line trying to get, what the hell?" I mumbled. She sighed, "I don't remember. I just wanted your coffee." I rolled my eyes, "Chandler you probably remember, right?" He coughed loudly, "Yeah, we hooked up. She was drunk and I was in the mood for it, and obviously she was too." Gracie got up and looked surprised, "We hooked up?"
I got up and proceeded to getting my crutches and left to the cafeteria to get more coffee.
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Born to Die
Mystery / ThrillerFirst off, we're not sure if there's going to be any vulgar parts but most likely there will be, as being in Camilla's, Grace's, and Chandler's thrilling situation would deteriorate your vocabulary as well. Second of all, this story is based from a...
