Sunshiny Things (Original)

Ch. 34 Nice Jacket, Annie

Freya

"Shit!" I hear someone scream as I round the corner of my apartment complex to reach my apartment. "What the fuck are in these things?" Once I'm in full line of sight of the source of the talking, I see Cam walking out of her apartment dragging along two black trash bags in the process. Well, at least trying to.

"Uh," I start of as I slowly creep up to her. "Need any help with that?" She looks up at me from her struggling state, clearly out of breath from the "heavy lifting".

"Freya!" She exclaims once I reach her fully and I smile. "That would be great, actually. My dumbass brother decided not to do it last night." Sorry...your dumby of a brother might have been a little occupied with me last night.

After Cole and I finished our crazed dance party, he left just in time before Dace and Becca came. Dace brought home Becca around eleven last night. Her being her usual drunk self, causing her to instantly start scream singing happy birthday to me as soon as she walked through the door. Dace stayed with me a little while after Becca passed out. I lied and told him all I did that night was eat a tremendous amount of junk food and watched Dirty Dancing for the billionth time. I didn't want to tell him I was with Cole. I couldn't. I don't know what's going on between them. But I know that if he knew that he was here, he'd be pissed. I'm talking hulk smash kind of pissed.

"That may have been my fault," I tell her kneeling down in the process to relieve her of one of the trash bags. Crap! These really do weigh a ton.

"Oh," she says back to my comment. I can already here the smirk in her voice.

"No, no," I quickly cover up, my cheeks reddening. "Not like...that." She gives me a questionable look, but just quickly diminishes it with another smirk.

"Well, I'm just glad he wasn't with that skank Sophie. She's such a bitch." My eyes grow wide slightly at her words, but I play it off just by giving her a small smile and a quiet laugh. We finally reach the trash shoot, each one at a time sending off their bags down the shoot. I will never get used to the smell of this thing.

I wipe my hands together, riding them of the disgustingness I feel on them, before looking at Cam and see she's doing the same thing but wiping her hands on her black, ripped jeans.

"Is Cole with her a lot. Sophie, I mean?" I find myself asking before I can process what I'm doing. Cam looks up at me, slightly confused by my question but just plays it off.

"Yeah, sometimes. Usually it's just a new girl every night, though. Now more then ever." Her words stun me. They also cause some feeling in the pit of my stomach to start accumulating. Nausea, maybe? But why?

"Oh," is all I quietly respond with. I can't help but have the strong urge to ask her a million more questions. I can't help but have the urge to know every single thing there is to know about Cole Sanders. The real him. So that is why I ask Cam, "How about we finally go get that coffee?"

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I watch Cam as she spins around on the bar stool for the third time, giggling like a little kid in the process. I think it's safe to say that giving Cam coffee might not have been the best idea. This is why I prefer to stay away from it. The vile substance.

"Come on, try it, Freya," Cam Squeals. "It's fun!" I laugh at her state and her flimsy words, but my laugh gets cut of by at least two people telling Cam to shh. "Okay, okay I'm sorry. Someone's got a stick up their ass," she quietly whispers the last, earning a giggle from me. "You're so boring," she then whines at me. "All you got was generic hot chocolate." Cam gestures towards my preferred drink, making an exaggerated gagging noise in the process.