Purple Sharpie

Twenty-six: Cammie

"Alright." I shifted the ice pack on my leg, looking down at the phone in my hand. "Favourite smell?" Reemee gave me an odd stare, and I flipped the phone around defensively, shrugging.

She thought for a moment, scooping out a huge fingerful of Nutella and shoving it in her mouth. "Man smell." My eyes squinted involuntarily, and I looked at Ree for a long moment. "What?" she said defensively. I shook my head, considering ignoring what she had said.

Then Ree scooted over towards me, grabbing the phone from me."Someone is serenading you from your lawn late at night confessing their love. Who would you want it to be?"

I sighed. "So basically," I winced at my next words. "Who do I have a crush on."

Reemee nodded, smiling. I thought for a minute, feeling my red slowly flush as I imagined a shaggy black head and green eyes, smiling as I remembered one slightly crucial point. Josh REALLY can't sing though. Somehow, that made my mental image even better.

Then I stopped. "Mine's stupid, who's yours?" Reemee's blue-green eyes lit up. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

I leaned back on my elbows. "Try me." She grinned, shifting herself on the bed. "Josh." Not even someone who scales Mount Everest frequently could think of climbing my mountain of disbelief.

"Our Josh? Like:Joshua- Jaymes with a y- Jacobs?" Reemee nodded, grinning, then paused. "Who else would it be?" Her face flashed with something like disgust. "Ew-did you think that I had a crush on that Josh from Science?" I could've sworn she shuddered. "Nah, I only have eyes for Joshy."

For one long moment there was a jealous lump in my throat. Jealous that she could just throw out my nickname for him and make it seem like hers.

That she could use it in a sentence that I could hear my voice whispering.

Still talking about Josh and his eyes and his smile and he's so cute and I hope he doesn't think that I'm with Brennan because that's weird I totally don't like Brennan, but you and Brennan would be so cute.

And thus was the point that I truly realized that I had no chance with Josh Jacobs.

I ended up shoving the question off by showing her a picture of Jared Padelaki.

"I don't thunk he's that cute- I like the one in the leather better."

If I didn't know better, I could've sworn a sliver of disappointment flashed through me. And we have the same crush.

"You know who I think is super sexy?" I shook my head, bracing for impact. "Dylan O'Brien." I looked at her for a second longer than nessessary, and she hurriedly continued. "I mean-have you SEEN The Maze Runner." I sighed.

It took a long time to get off the topic of guys; but when we did, it was probably one in the morning.

Reemee shook her head, grinning in a sort of sleepdrunk stupor. "Okay- so about Superman."

I shook my fuzz-filled brain. "No-I dont like Brennan. He's coolio- but not as great as somebody else."

"Nono." Ree flipped over, groping for the lampswitch. "You don't like anyone else."

If I wasn't so tired, my eyes would have blazed. As it was, I smiled weakly.

"I'm gonna turn off the light, m'kay?" Reemee nodded, burying her face in the blankets.

I flipped the switch, shuffling back into the duvet and pillow.

"Goodnight Reems." I muttered.

"Goodnight Louis Lane."