"I waited where you left me. Not in place, but in love."
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The door banged shut behind us with the kind of hollow thud that only made the silence inside our room feel louder. Cameron flung his bag on the floor and collapsed onto his bed like he'd just survived a war.
"I need therapy," he muttered dramatically, his voice muffled against the pillow. "Proper therapy. None of that online garbage-real, clinical help. What the hell just happened tonight?"
I dropped my coat onto my desk chair and ruffled my curls a bit to get the night's humidity out of them.
My legs were dead. My brain? Probably more fried than the packet of frozen curly fries Cameron left in the oven last week and forgot about.
"Mate," he groaned again, turning over, his face flushed and his eyes wide like he'd seen a ghost-except he looked... thrilled.
"I met her," he said, sitting up suddenly like the reality just socked him in the chest. "That was Renna Rose Lancaster? You mean to tell me the girl you went all Shakespeare about during first year-the one you said smelled like strawberry lotion and talked like a baby lamb on sedatives-that was her?"
I snorted. "First of all, I never said baby lamb. And second of all... yeah."
Cameron dragged both his hands down his face and let out a guttural scream. "She was literally dressed in white, Aadam. Who the hell even does that on a casual dinner night?! Like who just casually walks into your house looking like she fell out of the sky and forgot her wings?"
I dropped onto my bed opposite him, arms behind my head. "You're still stuck on that?"
"No, but seriously. You know how when you see someone and it's like-like your brain glitches? I walked out of your room, expecting some girl-next-door situation. Someone basic. But then I see this soft, glowy little thing in white and it's like I'm back in fucking primary school, staring at the head girl with sparkles in her hair and pink Hello Kitty clips."
I tilted my head back and stared up at the ceiling, the corners of my mouth twitching with a slow smile. Renna. Still hadn't wrapped my head around it.
I mean, she still had that same softness in her eyes. Still had that way of hugging me like time hadn't passed at all.
Cameron continued, pacing the room now, pulling open drawers, grabbing his laptop, and tossing folders onto his desk in a whirlwind. "I swear, man-I thought she was imaginary when I saw her in the library last week. All tucked behind that giant book like a paranoid elf. And now I find out she's your Renna?! Your actual childhood bestie?!"
I chuckled, pulling my shirt over my head and chucking it into the laundry basket, "Yup."
