The next morning as I was getting my traditional cereal Cameron walked in and said, "So I heard hell of shit went down last night."
"Yeah," I said. "There was shouting. I think the whole building heard it."
"Where did you hear about the shouting?"
"I heard the shouting. I was here. Don't tell Finn."
"What do we do now?"
"The same thing we would always do," said Belv, making us jump because we hadn't realized he was standing in the doorway. "If he wants to talk, we let him talk. If he doesn't want to talk about it, we don't talk about it. We give him his space, and we be his friends."
We both nodded, since this was standard procedure.
There wasn't much more to say. We all knew that we all felt the same way about it. As I put my cereal box away, Cameron summed it all up in one word. "Wow."
"Wow," I said.
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Nick & Finn
General FictionFor me, it started as the worst summer of my life. For them, it started out as a social experiment. And though we only crossed paths for a short time, I'm grateful for the experience. It taught me to never be comfortable, and it changed our lives ir...
