Eight days a week

Fourth Grade

Shann's POV

I don't know why I always get nervous to meet Cammie.

We've known each other for fifteen years and we've been friends ever since. My friendship with her is nothing like my other friendships. She's my best friend, obviously, but she's more than that. Life has a funny way to get in the middle of our lives so we've grown apart the last few years. Ever since we finished school, we haven't been able to hang out as we used to. We went from seeing each other every day for at least eight hours, to sending long birthday messages and not talking the rest of the year.

Even if we don't talk at all, we always think of each other. Or at least, I think of Cammie all the time. She says she always thinks about me but I know that she doesn't think of me like I do. We finished school six years ago and took different paths, we've met new people on the way, but when someone asks me who my best friend is, my answer will always be Cammie. Which then leads to the next question, they ask why haven't they seen her around me? And that's when I can't clearly tell an honest answer.

We study in different cities, so we don't have that much time to spend together. Life is getting in the way, and of course there's a bunch of more reasons and some more are the things that I usually reply.

Even the people that I care most about, not as much as I care of Cammie but still, even they don't know her at all. It seems like the only thing they know about her is that I care about her like crazy and they also know that I don't see her a lot.

We have this strange kind of relationship where we don't need to talk at all, for weeks or months. But we know we always have each other when in need. It's not that we don't want to talk, but we have so much going on in our lives that sometimes we forget to keep in touch. We don't get mad about it. Just a text with a kiss emoji can remind us that we are thinking of each other all the time and somehow that's enough.

Since we've drifted apart, we've lost some important life events or just common stuff. We missed things like Cammie's first job or when I won my college's soccer championship. Or her brother's graduation and my grandma's funeral. We also missed things like, every guy she dates and breaks up or like she failed a class at school or when I got my ring tattoo and well, all the little things that seem like they don't matter at all, but they do.

It makes me really sad to think that I've missed all those things. I know that she's made new friends that have been with her through all these moments. I'm not mad that she has new friends, but I'm jealous that I wasn't there when all of this stuff happened.

Anyways I think of this things when I think of Cammie. I like to think about all the moments we had together, because they are proof that what I've been feeling for her all this years is real. I treasure every moment I've spent with her, every text, every letter, every call, every hug, and every conversation.

Thinking about this moments never fail to make me happy, and a little bit sad. But mostly happy, also they help me clearing my mind when I get nervous, like now. I'm going to meet Cammie and we're gonna talk, I need to talk to her. There are so many things that I need to tell her. I don't know how I'm going to do this but I have to, she needs to know. I've known it since we met but she had no clue. The worst part is that I feel like we've never had a serious conversation before, it's like we talk about random things all the time or we just stay silent holding hands, but we never talked about our feelings for each other.

We're having dinner in this new vegan place. One of the things I do know about her, is that she became vegan a year ago. I arrived early and ordered a beer to calm myself down. I tried to think exactly what I want to say, but I always change my mind. I forgot all that I planned when I saw a familiar blond girl walking thought the door.

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FLASHBACK

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Shann's POV

First day of school, well this sucks.

I got transferred from another school because my parents got divorced and we moved from one city to another. Anyways, my mom left me on the door of my class with a kiss on the forehead. I looked up at the sign on the door.

Fourth grade B.

I took a deep breath and entered the classroom. I don't think I know much about life but as an eight year old girl, but I couldn't imagine a more stressful situation than this. Lots of kids are running around and talking to each other. They are happy to meet again after the long break between third and fourth year.

I might have done the same with my friends from Dallas. It was exciting to meet new people but it was so terrifying at the same time. The bell was about to ring so I decided to pick a seat. There were some people seated on the back but since it's my first day, I picked the second seat in the middle of the class.

The other new girl, who I noticed because her mom was saying so, took a seat in front of me. Maybe I could talk to her and we wouldn't feel scared alone. Her mom was still talking to her, so it wasn't a good idea yet. I saw everyone talking and getting excited for the new classes, materials, teachers, backpacks, etc.

I wanted to talk to them but I was too shy to even introduce myself. I looked down to my hands and tried to count how many hours I had left until I get back home which was ridiculous because the first period, hasn't even started. I was counting with my hands when I heard a really cute voice talking to me.

"Hello!" Said a girl I haven't met before.

The first thing that caught my eye, were her beautiful green eyes. She had her hair bleached so she seemed blonde. It was not very common to see eight years old girls with their hair dyed, but I thought it was cool and that she looked really pretty. Her smile was so wide that it made me smile back and it also sent shivers through my body.

Ok, weird.

"Hello," I replied too quietly to be clearly heard above the noise. Well, it was also because I was completely nervous. She was the first person to talk to me here and I'm glad it was her. Cool, I could be her friend and I won't be alone.

"My name is Camden, but I go for Cammie." She said with a super cheerful tone.

"Nice to meet you Cammie. My name is Shannon, but you can call me-"

"Shann." she cut me off and giggled. That made me smile again I don't know why.

"So Shann, I wanted to ask you something. You see, that girl on your left," she pointed to another blond girl who looked strangely similar to her. "She's my cousin Rosie." I nodded showing that I understood. "The thing is, we always seat together in classes so I was wondering if you could change your seat."

"Why don't you seat behind me and your cousin moves one seat to the back?" I asked her. It wasn't that I didn't want to change my seat, I was just curious.

"I already told her that, but she doesn't want to move." She was still smiling, I don't know why she seemed so happy.

"Yeah, ok. No problem." I said while grabbing my backpack and standing up.

"Thanks! I really appreciate that. You know, if you seat behind me, we could talk." She said kind of apologetic, she was sorry for making me move.

"It's ok, I'll sit on the other side."  I said while watching the desk on the front right corner of the class.

"No please, I want you to seat close to me." She smiled and she wasn't asking me to seat beside her, it was more like an order. How can I refuse to that?

"Ok." I agreed and put my stuff in the back seat.

"Thanks." She said and then she grabbed my hand. She did while I changed seats and it felt so strange.

Why is her hand touching mine making me feel like this? I was confused, maybe surprised. I didn't know. She sat where I was before and smiled back before turning around. I had huge grin in my face, I didn't know why. I've never met such a friendly girl before. I would really like to become her friend.

END OF FLASHBACK

A/N: so, should I keep on writing? I'll post a one shot before the second chapter but only if you're liking the story