Intertwined

Calisto

Calisto

The answer to my question was yes: as in yes, Camden was just constantly happy.

He had spent the two weeks that I had known him for smiling and laughing at every little thing (including Colin's awful jokes), while trying (unfortunately succesfully) to get me to talk to him at the same time.

"California!" He waved frantically across the hallway as he jogged his way over to me.

Camden had initially been frustrated by the fact that Colin had a nickname for me and he didn't, therefore he came up with his own. His stupid nickname had stemmed from the first four letters of my actual name: Cali, which reminded him of the state.

I shook my head at him, rolling my eyes. It was futile to protest against anything that Camden came up with, since he was stubborn and therefore unwavering.

He slung his skinny arm around my shoulders, which I was still a bit uncomfortable with, but had gotten considerably used to (since he was a pretty touchy person).

"How's my favourite western state?" The idiot grinned, his dimples evident on either cheek.

"Camden, I really don't think that I can handle your enthusiasm so early in the morning." I really did adore that blond-haired, grey-eyed idiot to bits, but sometimes, he was just a little too much. "Why are you at school so early anyway?"

Camden almost always came to class late, because his favourite thing to do (other than bother me) was sleep in.

"Is that even a question?" He scoffed. "I missed you, Cal!" Then he swung his lanky arms around me, pressing me to him uncomfortably. My arms were pressed awkwardly to my torso and his soft blond locks tickled the side of my neck, causing me to subconsciously scrunch my face up.

Camden really enjoyed physical affection, as I had come to learn from the millions of hugs that I had received from him every single day.

"You came over yesterday," I played with his hair a bit, in an attempt to untangle the knots and make him look presentable.

"But that was ten hours ago," he pouted, pulling away from me. He then raised his hands to pat down his hair. "And hands off of my hair."

I shook my head at him: honestly, retorts- logical or illogical- were pointless with this boy.

"Anyways, you should be proud of me." He grinned, his chest purposefully puffing up with pride.

I shot him a questioning look.

"I woke up early today!" He threw his arms in the air like the drama queen that he was. "I woke up at 6:30 this morning and was set on a mission to see you before school started," he gestured to himself proudly. "And here I am."

I rolled my eyes at him.

"I also drank coffee this morning; thought it would keep me up," he cocked his head to the side. "Do you think it's working?"

I tried not to smile, but it proved to be really difficult around Camden, so my lips slightly quirked upwards anyway. "I think you were born with enough energy to last you a hundred lifetimes."

Camden flashed me a white-toothed smile as he swung his arm over my shoulders again. "I'm coming over again today."

I quirked an eyebrow at him.

"It's tradition now: me self-inviting myself over to your place, then you reluctantly agreeing after a series of head shakes and eye rolls!" He subconsciously raised his voice, catching the attention of a few other early birds in the hallway, to which I bit my lip.