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an hour later I left the doctor's office with a sprained wrist and a brace on it. I was in the car with Christian when he plugged his phone into the aux cord and started playing my favorite song, Supermarket Flowers, by Ed Sheeran. I sang the song, trying to put as much heart into the lyrics as I could. 

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we were pulling out of the parking lot when I felt something in my back pocket. I pulled it out and revealed a folded up white piece of paper with a phone number written on it. 

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Oh crap! I'm supposed to go to Raegan's house to work on the stupid research project...

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"hey Christian?"

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"hm?"

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I sighed and said, "I forgot that I have to work on a project with this guy in my class. can you drop me off at his house? I told him that I'd be there by 4:00 and it's already 4:15."

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he glanced at me through the corner of his eye and said, "yeah, I guess. what's his address?"

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I pulled my phone out of my other pocket and typed the number into my phone. I quickly composed a message to send to Raegan and pressed send.

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Hey, it's Camille. I'm on my way, 

what's your address?

read 4:17pm

oh hey! it's (Idk his address, oops)

read 4:19pm

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I typed his address into the GPS and Christian drove me to Raegan's house. after driving around for about 10 minutes, we pulled up to a large white house. 

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"thanks, Christian. i'll be home later," I said as I jumped out of the car and closed the door.

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he rolled the window down and said, "wait, do you need a ride home? I can pick you up later."

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"um, I'm not sure yet. I'll text you when I'm ready to come home. can you just tell mom that you dropped me off here so she doesn't have a heart attack?"

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he chuckled and said, "yeah, I will. bye, I'll see you later," and he rolled the window up and drove away. 

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I walked up the grey stone walkway and knocked on the door. a small boy with blonde hair opened the door; I was confused for a moment because he looked significantly young.

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"Henry! what did I tell you about opening the door?" I heard a woman call from another room. 

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she soon appeared from around the corner. 

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"oh, hi. um, can I help you?" she asked once she realized that I was standing in the doorway. 

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"um sorry. hi, I'm Camille, I'm here to work on a research project with Raegan," I chuckled a little and stuck my hand out for her to shake.

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she shook it firmly and said, "oh, that's right. Raegan told me he had somebody coming by to work on a project; I just didn't expect it to be a girl. I'm his step-mom, he's in his room if you wanna go up there," she picks up the child, Henry, I'm assuming. "his room is just up the stairs and around the corner. it's the first door on the left," she said.

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"okay, thank you," I said as I walked up the spiraling white staircase. 

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I studied the walls on my way up; they were all white with Frieda Kahlo paintings hung every few feet. the paintings were very intricate and vibrant, adding a splash of color to the white walls.

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I made my way to Raegan's room and gently knocked on the door. he opened it and saw me standing there.

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"oh, hey Camille! come on in," as he gestured for me to enter his room. "so I was thinking, can I call you Cami? it's easier to pronounce than Camille is," he asked me as soon as I stepped over the threshold and into his room.

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I hesitated, but said, "um, no? only my friends call me Cami. last time I checked, you and I were definitely not friends, but merely partners on this stupid project," I sighed.

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"okay then, that's a no."

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"RAEGAN!" I heard his step-mom  call from downstairs. 

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he poked his head out the door and said, "yeah?"

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"I'm taking Henry to the park; you guys are gonna be alone. text me if you guys go anywhere and don't do anything stupid!" she called up the stairs.

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"Jeez, I'm not that dumb!"

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"yeah, yeah. I'll see you later!" his step-mom called and slammed the door shut. 

____________________________________________________________finally a long chapter :) 

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