Chance Collisions [DISCONTINUED]

7 // Yesterday's Feelings

Chapter 7

"And here we have the Charlotte Summers herself." Bryce proclaimed dramatically, flipping the Canon so it could capture a direct shot of me the moment after I had turned around from locking my apartment door.

"Filmed by her idiot best friend." I rolled my eyes with a smile, covering the lens with a hand.

"Don't get all camera shy on me now Char." He teased before pulling me towards him with a thrown arm over my shoulder as he angled the camera just enough to fit us both in.

"You're literally the lamest person ever." I laughed, my gaze set on him instead and he turned his head towards me with a stuck out tongue between teeth.

"Takes one to know one."

"Ouch, such a dent to my reputation."

"Would you like me to kiss it for you?" Bryce smirked, reiterating my exact words from a few weeks ago.

"And spread more of your lameness on me, no thank you." I said, turning my body so both of my hands could tug down his beanie over his eyes. I took advantage of his split second blindness to run out of his grasp, my laughter filling the hall's silent void.

"You better run Summers." His voice traveled from behind and I stole a glance to see him propelling towards me. I let out a squeal, picking up my pace to get out of reach. The untied laces of my converse, however, decided to revolt against me and next thing I knew, I was hurdling to the floor.

"Now that was one award-winning collision." He chuckled, footsteps approaching until his figure was hovering over me. "So award-winning that it would just be such a shame not to include it in my video project." I responded with a middle finger along with a deadpan look and was met with more laughter. After Bryce thought I've had enough embarrassment, he shut off the camera and offered two hands to pull me back to my feet.

"Why must you film me for your senior thesis?" I sighed as we fell into synchronized step after I had double knotted the laces.

"Because I'm supposed to document my journey here at Leighton and you my friend have played one significant role in the story of how Bryce Saunders has become the man he is today."

"Hey now, don't discount the massive part puberty played."

"Shut up I'm trying to be a sappy sentimentalist." He said lightheartedly.

"You know I love you." I said nudging him.

"Yeah I know."

"Also you're giving me more credit than I deserve. Who you are today is hugely due to you being one amazing dancer."

"Stop inflating my ego." Bryce chuckled as we approached his car, a beat up Mazda that was in much need of a paint job or twenty.

"I'm sorry. You suck. Happy?"

"I lied, your compliments sounded better."

"You are lucky you're cute."

"Just keep drowning me in them babe." He winked and I slapped his shoulder.

"I seriously take back me telling you I love you because I really don't, you annoying asshole."

"That was actually the sweetest thing you've ever said to me. Thank you Summers." The comment was soon overshadowed by his bellowing laughs and I couldn't help but join in after a scoff and a shake of disbelief that somehow I ended up with this guy as my best friend.

"In all honesty though, it means a lot that you have so much faith in my dancing." Bryce mentioned as soon as we hit open road. "All my life, I've been neck deep in disappointments and negativity and disbelievers. Coming to Leighton was like coming home for the first time. I found safety and hope from people who shared the same aspirations as I did. No longer was I surrounded with 'that isn't practical' or 'you'll never get far with that.' I get 'you're going to be so big' or 'I'll see you someday with your name in lights.' My dreams were finally being validated and I finally found somewhere I belonged."