Camryn Quinn is finally getting what she wants...sort of. Moving into a dorm and away from her not so supportive father is a good first step, but like everything with him-it comes with strings. She must attend the college of his choosing for at leas...
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All five pictures that I submitted to Grey ended up in the Monday edition of The Daily Scoop. I wasn't expecting it— but with a lack of other news around campus last week— Homecoming was the biggest point of interest. The picture of Taylor's celebration dance after his second touchdown made the front page. I sent him a screenshot as soon as I got the proof. He responded with an all caps.
Taylor Reed: PHOTO COURTESY OF CAMRYN QUINN!!!!!
It was immediately followed by another text, this one more serious in tone, congratulating me again. I reminded him that I pointed a lens and clicked, and that he was the one who had to burn a thousand or more calories and collect more bruises from tackles than I wish to see in a lifetime.
We were at his house yesterday working on a paper when he could barely sit down without wincing, even though it's been days since the game. I panicked. He then proceeded to pull down his pants simultaneously giving me a heart attack and heartache. I was worried about what he was showing me, but then disappointed when the glimpse of his skin was limited and filled with a giant purple and black spot on his left buttcheek. It's the aftermath of a nasty tackle. I quickly looked away and he teased me for blushing over his butt. Taylor, of course, offered to show me more and reminded me all I had to do was ask. If I wasn't such a wuss I would. Just to see if Taylor is all talk, or if there is anything more beyond the words he so often jokingly says to me.
I've spun myself into a Ryn sized tornado multiple times this week overthinking thoughts that have no right to be in my head. Taylor and I have quickly become just as bad as Alyssa and Anderson. I used to think she was crazy for making herself scarce around our dorm. Returning most days to only gather a few more days worth of supplies and then retreating back to Taylor's house. But I've become no better. I've been at his house everyday for the past five days. Mostly under the pretense of tutoring seeing as our sessions almost never actually take place at the tutor center anymore. Or I'm there because of the list, the one Taylor is determined to help me complete. My visits quickly turn into other things, though. Like making dinner, hanging out with his roommates or just the two of us in his room.
It reminds me of making a best friend as a little kid. You start a new school year and your previous best friend is in a different room so you leach onto the first nice person you meet in your class. Quickly, that person fills in your time at school as you find an excuse to be their partner for things. Only to have your worlds collide further when you finally share your phone numbers and beg your parents to arrange a playdate. That person is suddenly always there, a permanent fixture in your life. Taylor has become my best friend. As if overnight my world shifted, creating a new space for him to nestle into.
We've weasled our way into each other's life, sharing more with each other than I ever imagined. Even though I haven't yet asked about the topic I really want to. We haven't kissed again, not because I haven't wanted to, but because I'm too chicken to bring it up. Taylor hasn't either, but I think he's covered in feathers too.
