The Bet

32) Promises

  I drove back to my apartment, practically in heaven.

  I meant to ask for an explanation as to why Camila ditched me the other day, that's what I spent all day preparing myself for, but the date just took such a wonderful turn, all my grievances disappeared. Or, at the very least, I forgot about them for the moment.

They're itching at the back of my brain now that I'm driving home alone, but that doesn't matter because, while I didn't get to tell Camila about how I felt about being left alone yesterday, I did get to tell her how I feel about her.

The weight off my shoulders feels so massive I can't keep the smile off my face as I think back to our exchange.

'I love you."

Kissing, kissing, and some more wonderful kissing.

'I love you too.'

I did a little happy dance with one hand on the wheel and the other waving around like crazy, unable to contain myself. I'm so happy, I didn't even care when my boogying knocked my phone off the center console and into the Bermuda Triangle between the seat and the console.

I giggled. "Oops."

I jammed out with the radio turned up. I'll have to remember to dig out my phone when I get home. I'm too excited to talk Mickey's ear off about how my girlfriend loves me to think about a silly phone though.

After parking, the dingy stairwell that leads to my floor wasn't nearly as gloomy as usual. Even better, I'm so firmly on cloud nine I wasn't even annoyed when I walked into my apartment and immediately tripped over the shoes and socks the gremlin left in the doorway. "Mickey! Come get your shoes while I spill the HOTTEST tea!"

"Ughhhhh. First, you force me to attend a school that teaches me NOTHING all day, and then you force me to do manual labor?" The drama king complained once he emerged from his abode.

Of course, through all his whining, he still picked up his shoes and socks and dragged his feet to his room like I really am forcing him to do manual labor instead of asking him to pick up his own mess.

  Teenagers, I rolled my eyes but still chuckled at his dramatics. "Yeah, yeah. Cry me a river and then come over here. I told you I have tea to spill!"

  He came back after throwing his shoes into his room. "What's the tea, sis?" He humored me.

  I giggled, excited to say it out loud. Honestly, I feel like I could shout it from the rooftops, but I guess telling Mickey will have to suffice. Climbing onto the roof seems excessively dangerous. "Well, I —"

  A firm knock at the door interrupted my words, but still didn't stifle my excitement. Though, it did peak my curiosity.

  "Were you expecting someone?" I asked Mickey over my shoulder as I walked to the door.

He shook his head and hopped onto the couch.

After looking through the peephole, I frowned, my curiosity turning into confusion.

  I opened the door. "Roy?"

"Sam! Hey, what are you up to?" He questioned, glancing off to the side awkwardly.

I followed his gaze and found nothing down the hall that would explain his visit, making me even more confused. "Uh, nothing? Why? What are y —"

"Miss C asked me to bring you dinner." He abruptly shoved a wrinkled McDonalds bag into my chest, maintaining his awkward smile. He doesn't do it often.

It makes me wonder why he is doing it now.

  Despite my confusion, my smile returned at his revelation. "Oh, how sweet. Thanks," I nodded at him and reached for my phone to call Camila so I could thank her as well. When I felt both my back pockets were completely empty, I face palmed and chuckled at my forgetfulness. "Oh my gosh, I forgot my phone in my car. Here," I grabbed my keys off their hook, "I'll walk you out and grab it."