camp cherry | hs

twenty eight

they're so hot nom nom

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HANA

"Do you think you could love someone after only two weeks of knowing them?"

"Are we talking about normal people who don't have an insane connection soulmate type shit from the second they meet or are we talking you and Harry?" I had asked Bella for a chat under the rouse of period pain, which soon ceased all of Carl's potential questioning about my well-being.

"Me and Harry."

"Definitely. That boy loved you from the second he saw you, I'm sure of it. There's no way he doesn't love you, he's absolutely obsessed."

"I feel childish saying I love him, I've not even known him a month, but it feels like I've known him forever, like before I met him. And whenever I look at him or even think about him, my body feels are fuzzy and warm and I want to cry because he's so amazing. Is that love?"

"Well, I don't know the dictionary definition, but from what I understand about love, that sounds pretty close to it. Have you had sex yet?" she asks cheekily, always wanting to know.

"What is it with you wanting to know about our sex life?"

"I'm old, I need to gossip about young love to feel younger. Sue me," she shrugs.

"You're not old, and no, we haven't."

"But...?" she inquires.

"How do you know there's a but?"

"There's always a but."

"But... maybe I'm planning on it tomorrow, on my birthday. And I accidentally told him I want to today."

"Honey, if I were your age, I would fucked him on the first day," she admits shamelessly.

"Bella! What happened to Ben?" I giggle at her candour, not caring at all about having a filter.

"I asked him out, and he said yes," she bursts excitedly, soon cheering with me.

"That's amazing. What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna take him to this restaurant, classy as shit, and I'm gonna wear a dress and my nice bra and I'm gonna score."

"As you should," I congratulate, pausing our conversation when Harry peeks his mop of curly hair around the door.

"Am I interrupting anything?" he asks innocently, Bella and I both answering and he shuts the door, laying down on the nurse's bed and closing his eyes.

"Didn't mean you could come in," I scold playfully, flicking him in the forehead, only to be met with a crude middle finger.

"Oh, Bella, do you have any cough medicine? Hana's throat is feeling very raw today," he declares pointedly, Bella giggling and my mouth falling open in offence.

"Wonder why that is," she comments through her laughter, rummaging through a cupboard and pulling out a bottle of buttercups cough syrup, my nose crinkling at the memories of the taste from my bout of coughs I had a child; I practically lived on this shit. And I despised it.