Me Too

45

Saturday comes. Sofia woke up to a call and I laid in bed while she answered, barely sitting up from her blankets. "Hey, Cameron."

"Today at three."

"What?"

"I'm uploading Me Too at three. Be at my house at two thirty. I want to show everyone the project before I put it up. A premiere in my backyard."

Sofia rubbed my abdomen, shaking me awake. "Yeah, we'll be there at two thirty. Do we need to bring anything?"

"No." He paused. "Wait, bring your neighbour. Ms. Abbets, bring her."

I drew a line down Sofia's back with my nail. "Why?"

"Dove is wondering why," Sofia relayed.

"Don't think much of it, just invite her." He squealed. "I finally got it put together! Oh my God, you have no idea how great this feels!"

Sofia giggled. "I can imagine. Hey, Cam, I'm proud of you. Like, seriously, you're changing the world, dude."

"Thanks, Sofia. And thank you, guys. I could not have done this without you. Honest to God, I have wanted to quit ever since I started. I've wanted to give up for so long, you don't know how much your support means to me."

I smile. "We love you, Cam."

He was cringing. "Don't get sappy. You know what? Save the love for when I want to go bar hopping in South America this summer."

Sofia scoffed. "No way in hell!"

"Well, Sofia, you might reconsider when I tell your girlfriend what you did."

"Screw you!"

I laugh. "Tell me!"

"You'll see," they both drone. I lay back.

Sofia and I lounge around the house all day. We even laid out on the terrace as the sun heated the humid spring air. The warmth of Sofia's touch was just as comforting. I was able to make out with my girlfriend outside of our house. She laid on the concrete, basking in my shadow, my chest grinding against hers, our lips connecting for a good three minutes while we lost ourselves in one another.

I love this woman.

We had to pull apart, unfortunately, because we needed time to fight Susan out of her apartment. She grumbled the whole way, uncomfortably sitting in passenger with my girlfriend driving, while I say dreamed in the back seat. Susan kept hitting my leg. "Don't look at her like that while I'm sitting here. Satan himself would've committed suicide just being in this car."

Sofia met my eye in the rearview mirror with a teasing smirk. "How about we stop talking?" she offered peacefully.

"I'm sorry you're like this, Sofia. If there was anything I could do-"

"I'm not sorry." Sofia drummed her fingers against the steering wheel. "I found a woman who loves me."

Susan rolls her eyes to look out the window as I smile. "I love you, Sofia."

We got to Cameron's at two thirteen. He gave us both a quick hug, and put us in our place- on the grass. He led Susan to a garden chair across the yard. Sofia let me rest my head against her chest as we waited for everyone else to arrive. I kissed her exposed shoulder and we sit for our friends.

Zaya sat by me, spreading her legs for Stephanie to fit between. The beautiful brunette laid back against Zaya and the four of us make small talk. Zaya and Steph have been the most stable couple I've come across in the last few months. After flower top started respecting her little love, they became a power couple. They'll thrive past their backgrounds.