School's Out- A Randall Pink Floyd Story

The Plan Pt 2

Shavonne POV

We all convened at my house. The plan was this: Have Cammy hide in the closet in my room and not come out until she hears 3-2-1. Bring Pink into my room with his eyes closed, and he can't open his eyes until he hears 3-2-1. They were supposed to have a nice surprise. Little did they know...

So, I brought Cammy into my room first, and told her to go into my closet and wait. Then, Don brought Pink up and told him to sit on the bed and close his eyes.

"Three," we both said, "Two, one!"

Pink opened his eyes, and Cammy came out. 

Then, Don slammed the door shut, and I grabbed two chairs, barring them in.

"Let us out!" Pink said, banging on the door.

"Not until you guys sort your shit out!" I said, sitting down on the chair, and Don sat down on the other. They were probably pissed, but they'd thank us later.

Cammy POV

I had one thing on my mind: Shavonne was SO dead. Pink banged on the door several times until he gave up.

"Fuck," he said, sitting down at the foot of the bed while I sat near the headboard, stewing.

I couldn't believe I fell for this. The only reason I even agreed to come over was because I needed to get out of the house. Ever since Michelle left, most days I didn't even want to come home or spend the night. My mom was becoming more depressed, and she drank every day until she passed out on the couch. 

We sat there for a minute before I finally spoke. 

"Since I know you're not gonna be the more mature one, I'll start," I said, "What happened at your house on the fourth was not my fault. You know that. You know the hell that Benny put me through, and you heard all those awful things he said about me, but yet I'm the bad guy? Why?"

No response. 

"Pink, the past month I've been depressed. I don't want to wake up and I'm tired all day. The girls had to take care of me and get me to shower and get dressed almost every day because I couldn't do it myself. I haven't been home at all because Michelle and my mom were fighting to the point where Michelle moved in with Kev, and- fuck, why am I even telling you this? You wouldn't even care-

"Jesus, don't you even care about how I've been feeling this past month?!" Pink said angrily.

This was the first time he spoke a full sentence to me, and I didn't even know what to say. Not to mention, he was being incredibly selfish and ignorant. 

"I literally got humiliated in front of my parents! My entire life feels like it's in shambles, and I'm constantly walking on eggshells every time I'm home. And I lied to Don about me not wanting to speak to you. My parents forbade me from speaking to you because of everything that happened."

"I-I'm sorry," I said, "If I knew, I would've helped you. That's all I wanted to do. And I do care about your feelings, and I'm sorry that it's been hard for you. But Christ, what was your plan? To just ignore me until we graduate?!"

"I don't know!" Pink said, "I don't know."

I shook my head, "I just- I would like for you to explain to me why you didn't want to fight for us. If the roles were reversed, and my mom didn't-

I started tearing up, and my voice shivered, "I would've fought for us! I would've fought for you. I would've done anything to fix what happened. You're my best friend, and I would NEVER end our friendship over something like this. You're a fucking pussy!"

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and sighed, "That's all I have to say. At this point, if you still want to throw away our friendship over this, then fine. Because I'm not begging you for shit. Say the words, and we can knock on the door and tell Shavonne and Don that we figured it out."

I looked down at the floor and heard Pink get up, but what I didn't expect was him walking over to me and getting on his knees.

"You're right," he said, "I should've fought for us. I just didn't have the balls, and that's my fault. I'm sorry."

"You should be," I sniffled.

"Cammy," he said, taking my hand. At first, I wanted to let go, but then I accepted it, "Remember on the fourth when I was about to tell you something and my mom interrupted?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Vaguely."

"I," he hesitated, "I, um."

"What? Spit it out."

"I wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend," Pink said, "The sex was great, but I was tired of it being a secret, and I wanted to go out with you and do all the things couples do. I wanted to make sure I asked you before the night ended, and then Benny ruined it. I felt so embarrassed and defeated. So, the best way to cope with it was listening to my folks and cutting you out of my life. Cammy, I'm so so sorry. Please, what can I do to fix this?"

He held both my hands, and he had tears in his eyes. 

"I love you, Camryn Burroughs," Pink said as tears fell down his face, and then his head rested on my lap as he started sobbing, "And I missed you so much."

We'd been friends for years, but I had never seen him cry. I wanted to still be angry and hate him, but I couldn't—seeing him break down like that, I couldn't. I wrapped my arms around him and gently stroked his beautiful brown hair. 

"I love you too, Randall Pink," I said, "I always have. I always will." 

His head stayed in my lap for a while, and then he finally stopped crying, and I held his face in my hands.

Slowly, we leaned in and kissed. I missed this so much. It didn't feel lustful either. Instead, it felt passionate and loving. We slowly started making out, and just as he stood up and made me fall onto the bed, the door opened.

"Okay, time's up!" Shavonne said.

"Oh!" I said, pushing Pink off me, "Shavonne, I'm sorry-

Don laughed as Shavonne looked disgusted and shook her head.

"Please tell me you guys weren't going to fuck on my bed."

"No!" I said.

"We weren't?" Pink said. I pushed Pink's shoulder. 

 "Out!!" Shavonne said.