WILLINGS, REAGAN:

When Reagan let go of the question obsessing her for the past weeks, oxygen seemed have more difficulties circulating between her nostrils and her lungs. Although she wasn’t a biologist, she was a scientist, and she was required to know at least a little bit about the functioning of her own anatomic system. She knew the source of the issue wasn’t physical, but rather mental. She was worrying about being rejected, and eventually losing Callie, but she attempted to reassure herself with the other’s words. She seemed to reciprocate her feelings, and she hoped the inquiry wouldn’t be intercepted negatively. Before she could look into the meaning further, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Callie’s voice.

“Yes.” Callie’s answer resonated through her mind, and Reagan finally allowed herself to let go of the breath she was holding. The kiss that followed gave her the opportunity to consider the moment, before images of the future began developing in her mind.

Envisioning the whole picture of the happiness present in Reagan’s head was impossible. The happiness she recalled feeling as a result of meaningless previous victories was nothing compared to the present happiness. She thought she would be capable of reciting her happiest moments, but she was now able to comprehend how wrong she was. Comparing her emotions to her memories of events occurring earlier in her life was impossible, because she had the sensation her experiences were somehow arranged to prepare Reagan to the current moment. She knew the smile she wore would not disappear for a long time. As long as she had Callie,  she was going to be alright. She was certain.

Ending up cuddling in the small bed was an event that made Reagan even happier. She had worried things would change between them if she confessed her feelings, and while she sustained her point, she was certain they wouldn’t change in a negative way. The present was a perfect example. Staying in Callie’s arms gave her a sense of familiarity— except that now, she could call her best friend hers. Her heart almost came to a stop when she heard those two little words. “Here it is. The thing that is going to fuck everything up.” Reagan stopped herself from rolling her eyes, because of course, extended moments of happiness weren’t destined for her, when Callie finished her sentence. “Sometimes I wonder why we’re friends,” she joked. She stopped, a bigger smile replacing the one on her traits. “Girlfriends.” She abandoned herself to the kiss, her mind replaying the moment their platonic friendship turned to romantic relationship. For once, she was happy.

WILLINGS, REAGAN:

As much as Reagan wanted to connect Callie’s lips with hers once again, she resisted the urge, understanding if she listened to the impulsive part of her brain, the kiss would lead to greater actions. And she learned sleeping with someone was the worst way to solve unspoken feelings. She assumed Callie was having the same internal conflict, since the atmosphere was quieter than what she was used to. Once Callie’s comforting words reached her ears, Reagan wanted to fill the blank with her own additional words, but she figured waiting for her best friend to finish her speech was the best choice.

Once the familiar voice interrupted the quiet, Reagan listened to her attentively to make sure she wasn’t imagining the scene. Her brain encountered difficulties processing the confession. The word ‘love’ resonated through her body, her heart pounding at an unusual speed. She wanted to repeat the sentence directed towards Callie, though a perplexed expression remained still on her face. Was she dreaming? Distinguishing the reality from what she was living was complicated, due to the scenario being a frequent in her dreams. If her attention wasn’t as focused on the girl she was in love with, she would have pinched herself in order to discover the veritable nature of the moment. She wanted to keep quiet, convinced her voice would ruin the moment she’s been wondering about for months. She would have accomplished her objective, if Callie hadn’t mentioned her opinion about herself. Reagan was unable to keep her mouth shut for longer. “Don’t you dare say a bad word against my best friend,” she threatened. “And the girl I’m in love with.” Her heart continued to beat at a rushed speed, making Reagan anxious about the possibility of Callie discovering how nervous she was in reality. She couldn’t believe someone she loved from the bottom of her heart reciprocated her feelings. “You are the most wonderful person I’ve ever met, and trust me when I say you’re never going to lose me,” she reassured, her arms tightening a little bit more around her. She was aware of her best friend’s insecurities, though she was unable to understand how such an incredible person was capable of thinking that about herself. “Everyone has their own doubts,” her conscience reminded her.

Once she concluded her monologue, Reagan needed to break the contact to make sure what she was about to tell Callie would be enough to convince her of the truthfulness of her thoughts. “Because I trust you, okay? That’s what love is about. Putting your heart into someone’s else hands, giving them the opportunity to break it, but trusting they won’t. I know you. And I know you won’t do that, no matter how much you will try to convince me,” Reagan cupped her face, allowing herself a small moment of staring at her beautiful brown eyes. “You just showed me how much I can trust you, by telling me all of these things. You know I don’t believe anything unless it’s proven. That’s the principle of being a scientist. But you keep on proving how trustworthy you are.” She would have made a remark concerning the tears in her eyes, if she wasn’t struggling to keep hold of her emotions herself. “I love you, Callie. There’s nothing you can say that can change what I feel towards you.”

Reagan fixated the ground, a slight chuckle leaving her lips at the questions. Once eye contact was reestablished, a smile appeared on her traits. “How could I have not fallen in love when you’re so beautiful, inside and out? You’re one of the kindest people there is. You’re…” Reagan stopped, biting her lip in frustration. The complexity of her feelings prevented her from expressing herself out loud as she wished. She contemplated Callie, the aspect of helplessness developing on her features. “You’re everything good in this world. My everything. I can’t imagine a future without you, I can’t imagine us being apart. You’re the best thing that happened to me. And I love you more than words can explain.”

Reagan closed the distance left between them with slow movements. As she connected their lips once again, she noticed the obvious differences between the current moment and the previous one. This time she abandoned herself to the kiss, her thoughts no longer weighing heavily on her heart. The explanation of the unspoken words left her with a feeling of comfortableness, her worries disappearing. She allowed herself to live in the moment, happiness overwhelming her mind as she kissed the one she loved most. Once the moment was over, she smiled against the other’s lips. She held her hand, the look in her favorite person’s eyes convincing her to take the step.

“Callie Harding, will you be my girlfriend?”

“I said no tears,” Callie whispered as she moved her hand up to her cheeks currently swimming in tears brought on by her best friend’s words. The words being said about her. How much Reagan loved her. She wanted to stay in that moment right there, forevermore. She was positive there wouldn’t be anything else that would top hearing Reagan tell her how much she loved her and why. Callie found her new happy place.

A smile stung her cheeks as it made itself present on her features. There were no words that could truly define how Callie was feeling; on cloud nine, overjoyed, euphoric, in seventh heaven—she was each of those multiplied by a couple thousand. It only peaked even higher each time Reagan looked at her, laid a finger on her—and especially when she kissed her. Callie allowed herself to be completely engulfed by the beautiful woman parallel to her as the space between them was closed once again. Her arms snaked around her neck as a deep sense of peace found its way into her mind and ran chills up and and down her spine.

She silently cursed at her as she pulled away. That was recanted the moment Reagan opened her mouth to speak.

Callie Harding, will you be my girlfriend?

“Yes,” Callie finally replied after taking a handful of seconds of pure bliss to capture every aspect of the moment. The taste of Reagan’s lips still on hers, the everlasting smell of her hair, the silkiness of her warm as fire skin under her palms, and the looks of pure love being emitted from the girl in front of her. “A million times yes.” She repeated, pulling her in for a quick peck, a cheeky grin playing at her lips. “In every single language.” A laugh emerged from Callie as she began to pull her now-girlfriend into a cuddle, pressing kisses onto her nose, forehead, and cheeks. “Si, oui, ja…” Callie managed to get both of their bodies on the bed and reclined in a laying position. With her arms wrapped around Reagan tightly and forehead leaning against her’s, Callie set out to mark her only condition: “Only if..” She paused as if to gather her attention for a very serious announcement. “You’ll be my girlfriend as well.”

She held herself together for half of a second before she erupted in giggles. Tangling her legs in Reagan’s, Callie weaved her fingers in her girlfriend’s hair and pulled her in for another kiss.

WILLINGS, REAGAN:

Reagan observed the distance between them, regretting being the one to cause their situation. Her feelings were going to ruin their friendship, and Reagan understood she was stupid for thinking the solution to the problem was detaching herself from her best friend. She was able to discern Callie’s emotions on her face — which confirmed her theory. As she listened to her answer, all Reagan could notice was Callie’s difficulty to explain a simple response. Maybe it was her presence that distracted the brunette, but Reagan was certain someone who was in love with their boyfriend wouldn’t hesitate as much as Callie did. The reflection gave her a little hope, but not enough to make her want to stay. She nodded her head and gathered her belongings before standing up. “I’m going outside, I haven’t left the room in a while and I need some air,” she declared.

Once she reached their room’s entrance, she held the door open and stood in the threshold for a minute, reflecting on what she was doing. Turning her back on her best friend, a promise she vowed to herself that she would never break. She stopped, incapable of continuing her actions. “Fuck,” she whispered. She took the courage into her hands to return to the place where she left her. The closure of the distance between the two was rushed, Reagan’s bottled feelings taking over her thinking process. Arriving close to her best friend, her hands cupped Callie’s face, and allowed her lips to crash into hers.

When their lips connected, Reagan closed her eyes. The world around her disappearing, she focused on the moment she dreamed of for years. The voices of happy students coming from outside their dorm weren’t as annoying as she considered they were when she attempted to work, the silence of the room making up for the background noises. Her fingers touched Callie’s cheeks at a slow pace, contrary to her moving lips. Her smooth skin reminded Reagan she wasn’t dreaming, which she was thankful for. She had waited for the kiss since she figured out she was in love with Callie, and to realize it wasn’t real would be heartbreaking for the brunette. Her heart was pounding as she tasted her soft lips, discovering the places she was unfamiliar with. Their tongues intertwined into a passionate kiss as Reagan’s hands advanced to her best friend’s hair, the same one she loved to play with when they were cuddling.

Separating their lips after running out of breath made Reagan nervous, because now she had to deal with the consequences of her action. She stared at Callie, in an attempt to decipher her expression. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hide it from you anymore. I’ve tried, but every time I thought about you — I remembered. Trust me when I say I didn’t mean for things to happen, I was fine with having you as my best friend, but—” Reagan stopped, her voice cracking at the words she was about to say. “I’m in love with you. I have been since I first saw you, but it took me so long to admit it to myself.”

She ignored the tears rolling down her cheeks, figuring she was unable to cease crying. Her mind was fixated on the worst case scenario, losing the one she loved the most. And to Reagan, a future without Callie was unbearable. “Because for years I attempted to convince myself that what I was experiencing was normal. The jealousy, the never ending thoughts about you, all the signs that I was ignoring. But it’s not normal for someone to want their best friend to break up with their boyfriend. It’s not normal for them to wish they were the person that made their best friend happy. It’s not normal for them to dream about kissing and spending every waking moment with their best friend,” Reagan contemplated Callie’s eyes as she spoke, those brown eyes she fell in love with. She would able to recognize them through a million of different faces, if given the assignment, because they belonged to her favorite person. “It’s not normal, unless they’re in love with their best friend.”

She blinked a few times to remove the lingering tears that were blurring her vision before she erased her face using the palms of her hands. When she was done, she stared back at the other, who remained unclear due to her missing glasses. “If you don’t want to be friends with me anymore, I understand. If you don’t share my feelings, I understand. If you prefer being with Dave, I understand.” She forced herself not to scream at the last sentence. Reagan took Callie’s hand into hers and looked into her eyes. “But I can’t live anymore hiding behind a curtain. I need to know the truth.”

Feelings weren’t a strong point for Callie. They had never been. The moment Reagan picked up her things and stormed off to the door, Callie bit down and held her breath. Searching desperately for the right thing to say. The right thing to do. Trying to understand what she did wrong, and how she could make things better. Instead, she sat with Reagan’s sheets tight in both of her fists. A bubble of distortion expanded in her head, threatening to pop the longer she stayed silent.

Was it Dave that upset her? Callie knew Reagan wasn’t the biggest fan of his. But she usually tolerated him.

Callie’s nearly jumped to her feet as Reagan twirled around. A look of intent painted onto Reagan’s face threw Callie into a whirl. Anytime anyone looked at Callie like that, they either wanted to threaten her, or kiss her. There was no in between. She allowed her own personal desires dictate how she approached the situation. She sat up straighter, and allowed her lips to gather a breath of wind before Reagan had her face in her hands. “Reagan…” Callie whispered as her eyes dropped down to outline the curves of her lips. The bubble in Callie’s head expanded and expanded to the point of goosebumps being spread across her arms and down her back.

It exploded in colours the moment Reagan’s lips were on her’s. The processing in Callie’s brain slowed down to the speed of a snail. She never thought she’d see Reagan as close as she was at that moment. Even less so, feel the pressure of her nose against Reagan’s. Her lips on her’s. This was something Callie had only dreamt of. She allowed her eyes to flutter shut as she moved further into Reagan, placing a hand on her thigh in an effort of both trying to get her closer to Callie, as well as to get herself closer to Reagan.

Callie’s lips tingled against Reagan’s. Wasting no time, Callie moved her tongue along Reagan’s bottom lip in an effort of further engulfing her senses with even more Reagan. No dream could ever do how soft Reagan’s lips were justice. Never had she imagined how sweet her lips would taste. And never did she think they would share a moment more intimate than their cuddles at night. This put any other similar intimate moment shared with anyone to shame. Callie found her new favourite moment. Her new favourite place. Her new favourite day of the week. Her new favourite pair of lips to kiss. Her new favourite skin to feel against hers. All with, and within, her long-time favourite person.

Reality came violently tumbling back as Reagan pulled away, breaking the physical connection between them. This would have been when actual thoughts made their way over to Callie, but instead Callie’s head stayed a colourful mess. She struggled to focus on anything other than Reagan’s lips.

“Shh, shh…” Callie whispered as she released her hands to pull Reagan into a hug. “No tears, okay?” she pleaded. Her voice remained in its hushed tone. She twirled a lock of Reagan’s hair between her fingers, patiently awaiting actual sentences to begin their formation in her head. So far, nothing sounded off. Only her inner voice urging her to steal another kiss from Reagan. She knew this would throw her head into another whirlwind, and at that moment, Reagan needed something other than comfort. So there she sat, her arms wrapped around her in an embrace, cheek to cheek, silent.

After several moments, Callie drew a breath and pressed a kiss into Reagan’s cheek. “I love you,” she finally said. You know I do, she almost added. “I’ve always loved you.” You know I have. “There’s not a single thing I don’t love about you.” You know there isn’t. “Except maybe the fact that you’ve let yourself fall for someone as fucked up as I am.” Callie squeezed her eyes shut in an effort of keeping any sort of tears she had welling up dormant. “I don’t wanna hurt you, Reagan. I don’t wanna lose you,” she explained into her ear. Tears pushing their ways past the barrier she tried to create. “Why are you giving me the opportunity to fuck this up?” Her voice cracked. “To fuck us up… You know how good I am at fucking things up.“ She shook her head as she tightened her grip around Reagan, adamant about her not seeing her cry. “You’re my most favourite thing about waking up in the morning, about getting home from class, about coming home from a party… You have my favourite smile, my favourite eyes—especially when you smile, my favourite voice, my favourite laugh, my favourite little button of a nose.” Callie breathed an almost nervous sounding chuckle before returning to the same tone of voice. Low and serious. “I’ve never felt more pain than when I see you upset. I have never gotten so upset over arguments with anyone before— no matter how small and ridiculous they may be. I’m terrified every time. Terrified I’ve gone and fucked it up. I’ve never not wanted to go to sleep because it meant I wouldn’t see someone for hours on end…” Her cheek remained pressed against Reagan’s. “Why did you have to fall for me, Reg? Why couldn’t you continue to let me go crazy thinking about what it might be like to kiss you? To be this close to you?”

“Why couldn’t you let me go crazy thinking about what it might be like to have you be in love with me too?”

WILLINGS, REAGAN:

Reagan’s weeks were becoming more complicated as time passed — she was beginning to have difficulties understanding the discipline she chose to study, but being the independent person she insisted she was, she was refusing to demand more explanations. She was determined to catch up on the subject, but the fact that she had a huge project due on Monday and multiple exercises given by her professor, the objectives she set at the start of the school year were tougher to attain. She planned on spending the whole weekend studying — that, of course, until Callie made her appearance.

“What do you mean?” Reagan observed their proximity attentively. The realization that came last week affected her behavior towards her best friend, who was also sharing the title of the person she was in love with. She was attempting to slowly distance herself from the other until the crush disappeared, but the fact that they were roommates made it almost impossible. She turned her attention back towards her laptop. “I have a lot of work. Maybe you should go see Dave,” she responded, her voice ending out harsher than she intended. She had expressed her dislike for Callie’s boyfriend before, but it was different now because she understood how her jealousy was coming into place. She felt second place to him, one of the feelings she despised most. Callie was her number one priority, and knowing it wasn’t reciprocated hurt the brunette. She blinked a few times to chase the tears menacing to show her distress.

She closed the computer and looked into her eyes. “Callie?” she inquired. Reagan wanted to tell her about what’s been bothering her. Confessing her love meant forget about the guilt that came with hiding a secret from her best friend. But as the name left her mouth, she regretted even thinking about it. The brunette wouldn’t understand — the confession would only ruin their friendship. And she refused to lose the person that mattered the most to her. Remembering she had to continue talking, she spoke the next important thing on her mind. “Are you happy? Does Dave make you happy?”

Callie wasn’t usually a persistent person. This moment wasn’t any different. As soon as she sensed hostility from Reagan, she adjusted herself just slightly so she wasn’t touching her. Literally giving her best friend space. Something she never had to do before. Callie was very far from being a dramatic person. In fact, she was quite possibly one of the most relaxed people. Hardly ever a worry on her mind. Aside from the constant threat of where exactly she was headed in life. But what college student hadn’t had that anxiety? There weren’t many things she was sure of. The only definite things in her life were: her vow to never purchase a pair of crocs, her hate for pickles was to stay, and how Reagan would remain a constant in her life. Just as they were now. Nothing less. Reagan telling Callie no was uncommon, and it stung Callie. It drove what seemed to be ten feet of distance between them, when she was so used to—not to mention, comforted by—the fact that there was rarely an inch between them. Her lack of control in the situation was the hardest for her to wrap her brain around. She was so used to being the one in control— with Dave, attending classes, and how much she had to drink. The sensation was completely new to her. And it was terrifying.

When Reagan mentioned Dave, Callie had to prop herself up on her elbows in an effort of not chocking on her tongue. Reagan hardly mentioned him. Question marks lit up in Callie’s mind trying to find a correlation between Reagan’s expression and her choice of topic. She came up blank.

“Well, I mean… He’s not exactly marriage material or anything.” The words rolled coolly off her tongue. Her facial features stayed put in their neutral forms as she stared back at Reagan. She forced a smile to cover up her completely avoiding the question. “But I’m nineteen, marriage isn’t exactly my biggest concern.” Her voice dropped to a whisper as her eyes veered off to a corner of the room. “He’s not so bad when you get to know him,” she finally added. Not sure she believed that statement.

After a long day of back to back classes, Callie was so excited to unwind and spend time with her best friend. Stepping into the residence building, Callie’s eyes were glued to the phone in her hands. Texts had been going in and out, to and from Dave. His weekend started as soon as the clock hit 6PM on Thursdays. Callie’s didn’t start till 3PM the next day, but that didn’t stop the two from doing something on most Thursday nights. But, like many nights in the past two weeks, Callie wanted nothing but to be in Reagan’s company. More nights had been spent in each other’s beds, whispering away till the sun threatened to peak. Parties Dave and Callie attended together didn’t come close to those intimate moments shared with Reagan.

Callie exhaled a breath as she slid the key card into the lock to their dorm. A smile growing frantically on her face. As soon as she set foot into their room, she threw her bag to the floor and hands up in the air. “All— finished!” she announced to her best friend. And as if in one swift act, Callie’s shoes were kicked off and she was jumping into Reagan’s bed. “What’re we doing tonight?” she asked after a fit of giggles and wiggling around to make herself comfortable. She pushed a small smile up to her in the hopes she’d give up whatever it was she was working on before being so rudely interrupted. Bombarding Reagan with surprise attacks of cuddles, and kisses was one of Callie’s favourite things. Seeing her flustered was so cute to her. So was watching a smile grow on her face, or hearing her laugh. Or just watching her in general. Reagan was one of those people who just emitted good vibes, and created smiles and happy thoughts with just a glace over at you. No matter what mood you were in. Any and all worries disappeared with a smile from the beautiful Reagan Willings. Or at least for Callie.

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WILLINGS, REAGAN:

Reagan moved her hand into her best friend’s, and her lips curled into a smile only Callie was capable of putting on her face. “Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me,” she sang, before recalling a period of her life. “Remember how my part of the room looked when we first met? All those One Direction posters.” The brunette grimaced at the memories of her past obsession. “I now understand why my family was so shocked when I told them I wanted to major in physics and chemistry,” she laughed.

Reagan’s attention was drew by the brown haired girl’s features. Whenever she glanced towards Callie and discovered a smile present on her face, her heart would start to beat faster. Happiness would invade her brain and the impulse of kissing her became stronger. Reagan would often experience these thoughts, but she was unable of confessing her true feelings to her friend. Her mind would form a mix of different fears, where rejection and heartbreak were the most noticeable ones.

“Shit.” The swear word left her mouth mechanically, when she felt the water of the clouds fall down on her skin. Reagan started running again, dragging Callie with her. After three minutes, her clothes and hair were soaked. Two minutes later when they arrived to their room, the brunette was shivering from head to toe. “I guess the world is trying to teach me a lesson.” She took some clean clothes from a drawer and entered the bathroom. Undressing herself, she let the warm shower water wash her body.

When her system stopped protesting with shivers, her mind continued its thinking. She would never admit to Callie, but she did not believe her boyfriend was fit for her. She knew her best friend better than anyone, and because of that she was aware of how outstanding she was— Reagan thought he did not deserve her. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks at the thought of them, together. It broke her heart that Callie will never have the same feelings for her, but she did not wish to show her how much she was suffering.

She washed her face and made sure that there was no sign left of her misery. She dressed with her pajamas and joined the other girl in their room. “It is almost two in the morning, we should probably go to sleep. Tomorrow I have that important test and I don’t want to fail it,” she said. “Good night baby.” She gave Callie a good night hug and tucked herself under her blanket, her mind thinking about everything except the actual test.

"How did I manage to look past those damn posters?” Callie joked, her cheeks round and rosy as she flashed her best friend a smile. Just as the words left her lips, water began to pour from the sky above. Instinctively, Callie’s hand shot up in an act to protect her hair, causing her to stop in her tracks behind Reagan. A goofy laugh poured out from Callie as she felt a tug on her arm. Her legs moved as fast as they could as the rain pouring onto the concrete of the campus’ parking lots and roofs drowned out the sound of her continuous laugh. Manholes and gutters flooded with a surplus of downpour while Callie became completely engulfed in the moment the two were sharing. Her heart pitter-pattered viciously against her rib cage. The euphoria she was experiencing urged violently to showcase itself in other ways besides the loud noises of laughter being emitted from Callie the entire time she watched the back of her best friend’s head leading the way to the residence building, hand fit perfectly in her’s like it was made for her. It was a good thing she wasn’t facing Reagan otherwise she might have acted on the impulses she’d been feeling for the better half of the school year thus far. 

Callie struggled to catch her breath as the two marched into their dorm. The quiet air of the residence lobby interrupted by the sounds of more laughter. The walk to their room would have been the same if Callie had no need to regain composure, sucking in deep breaths of air. As soon as Reagan disappeared off into the washroom, Callie stripped from her wet clothing. Unhinging her bra and sliding out of her underwear and all. She pulled on a new pair of underwear, and a loose tank to sleep; nothing out of the ordinary. In a full length mirror on one of her wardrobe doors was, as expected, a wavy-haired Callie Harding. So much for straightening it, she thought to herself as her hands worked on pulling it up into a messy ponytail. It was still dripping wet, but she couldn’t bother to dry it before climbing into her bed. Eager to warm her toes that had managed to become icicles in the short time of being in their air conditioned dorm. Her breathing finally settled.

Reagan came out in her pajamas not long after Callie had got settled into bed. Her eyes peeked out from the back of her phone screen. It chimed with a text message just as she clicked it off to wrap her arms around Reagan in a goodnight hug. “You’re gonna ace it,” Callie told her reassuringly as she pressed a kiss to the shoulder her head laid on for a moment. “Night.” She gave her one last smile before the lights went out.

Awaiting her on her phone was a text from Dave: where you at cal?? im lonely. can you come make my night babe? Callie drew a breath as she glanced over at the silhouette of her best friend. If she left, she wouldn’t be able to wish Reagan luck on her test the following morning. Or see her at all. One of Callie’s favourite times to be with her best friend was in the mornings, when Reagan’s hair was untamed, and her voice laced with remnants of sleep. Callie loved to hop into her bed and try her hardest to get her up and out of bed. Showering her with kisses to her forehead and cheeks, constantly repeating the words good and morning in the most chipper voice she could put on; purely to irritate her. That was what she anticipated waking up to tomorrow—not a cranky, naked Dave Villa. Her phone’s screened dimmed into a sleep mode as Callie’s eyes stayed glued on the outline of Reagan in her bed. No matter how hard she tried to rack up a list of cons of staying in for the night, she just couldn’t. She knew that going to Dave’s apartment meant hungry kisses, sex, cuddling, then sleeping. And she wanted all of those. She really did. But they didn’t compare to the satisfaction waking her best friend up in the morning brought her.

Callie exhaled through her nose as she swiveled her body around to face the wall her bed was against, letting her phone fall to her bed. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift off. Immediately, a familiar face with soft, delicate features came to her. A face Callie was sure she could never get enough of. The curvature of the girl’s lips, without fail, ignited a common flame of allure from within her. She wanted nothing more than to be able to run her thumb across them, and press her own lips to them in an effort of catching herself both a feel and a taste. She wanted to lace her fingers into her glossy hair as her other hand rubbed slow, gentle circles into her jaw. Callie shifted in her bed, urging herself not to turn back over to try to find the face she was envisioning, but ultimately failed. She turned back over to her side to catch only the silhouette of Reagan once again. Through the sheet of darkness, there was no way of being able to see anything more than just that from the distance she was from her. The face her body craved to see was engulfed by the darkness, and Callie wasn’t sure she could go much longer without getting a peak of it once more.

“Reagan?” Callie’s voice was a soft whisper, careful to make sure not to wake her if she was sleeping. “Are you awake?” her voice rang out again as she dangled her bare legs off the side of her bed and brought herself up into a sitting position. Silently praying she would be awake, or stir awake, as selfish as that might have made Callie. She brought her knees up to her chin, peering into the dimness. 

WILLINGS, REAGAN:

Reagan moved her hand into her best friend’s, and her lips curled into a smile only Callie was capable of putting on her face. “Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me,” she sang, before recalling a period of her life. “Remember how my part of the room looked when we first met? All those One Direction posters.” The brunette grimaced at the memories of her past obsession. “I now understand why my family was so shocked when I told them I wanted to major in physics and chemistry,” she laughed.

Reagan’s attention was drew by the brown haired girl’s features. Whenever she glanced towards Callie and discovered a smile present on her face, her heart would start to beat faster. Happiness would invade her brain and the impulse of kissing her became stronger. Reagan would often experience these thoughts, but she was unable of confessing her true feelings to her friend. Her mind would form a mix of different fears, where rejection and heartbreak were the most noticeable ones.

“Shit.” The swear word left her mouth mechanically, when she felt the water of the clouds fall down on her skin. Reagan started running again, dragging Callie with her. After three minutes, her clothes and hair were soaked. Two minutes later when they arrived to their room, the brunette was shivering from head to toe. “I guess the world is trying to teach me a lesson.” She took some clean clothes from a drawer and entered the bathroom. Undressing herself, she let the warm shower water wash her body.

When her system stopped protesting with shivers, her mind continued its thinking. She would never admit to Callie, but she did not believe her boyfriend was fit for her. She knew her best friend better than anyone, and because of that she was aware of how outstanding she was— Reagan thought he did not deserve her. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks at the thought of them, together. It broke her heart that Callie will never have the same feelings for her, but she did not wish to show her how much she was suffering.

She washed her face and made sure that there was no sign left of her misery. She dressed with her pajamas and joined the other girl in their room. “It is almost two in the morning, we should probably go to sleep. Tomorrow I have that important test and I don’t want to fail it,” she said. “Good night baby.” She gave Callie a good night hug and tucked herself under her blanket, her mind thinking about everything except the actual test.

"How did I manage to look past those damn posters?” Callie joked, her cheeks round and rosy as she flashed her best friend a smile. Just as the words left her lips, water began to pour from the sky above. Instinctively, Callie’s hand shot up in an act to protect her hair, causing her to stop in her tracks behind Reagan. A goofy laugh poured out from Callie as she felt a tug on her arm. Her legs moved as fast as they could as the rain pouring onto the concrete of the campus’ parking lots and roofs drowned out the sound of her continuous laugh. Manholes and gutters flooded with a surplus of downpour while Callie became completely engulfed in the moment the two were sharing. Her heart pitter-pattered viciously against her rib cage. The euphoria she was experiencing urged violently to showcase itself in other ways besides the loud noises of laughter being emitted from Callie the entire time she watched the back of her best friend’s head leading the way to the residence building, hand fit perfectly in her’s like it was made for her. It was a good thing she wasn’t facing Reagan otherwise she might have acted on the impulses she’d been feeling for the better half of the school year thus far. 

Callie struggled to catch her breath as the two marched into their dorm. The quiet air of the residence lobby interrupted by the sounds of more laughter. The walk to their room would have been the same if Callie had no need to regain composure, sucking in deep breaths of air. As soon as Reagan disappeared off into the washroom, Callie stripped from her wet clothing. Unhinging her bra and sliding out of her underwear and all. She pulled on a new pair of underwear, and a loose tank to sleep; nothing out of the ordinary. In a full length mirror on one of her wardrobe doors was, as expected, a wavy-haired Callie Harding. So much for straightening it, she thought to herself as her hands worked on pulling it up into a messy ponytail. It was still dripping wet, but she couldn’t bother to dry it before climbing into her bed. Eager to warm her toes that had managed to become icicles in the short time of being in their air conditioned dorm. Her breathing finally settled.

Reagan came out in her pajamas not long after Callie had got settled into bed. Her eyes peeked out from the back of her phone screen. It chimed with a text message just as she clicked it off to wrap her arms around Reagan in a goodnight hug. “You’re gonna ace it,” Callie told her reassuringly as she pressed a kiss to the shoulder her head laid on for a moment. “Night.” She gave her one last smile before the lights went out.

Awaiting her on her phone was a text from Dave: where you at cal?? im lonely. can you come make my night babe? Callie drew a breath as she glanced over at the silhouette of her best friend. If she left, she wouldn’t be able to wish Reagan luck on her test the following morning. Or see her at all. One of Callie’s favourite times to be with her best friend was in the mornings, when Reagan’s hair was untamed, and her voice laced with remnants of sleep. Callie loved to hop into her bed and try her hardest to get her up and out of bed. Showering her with kisses to her forehead and cheeks, constantly repeating the words good and morning in the most chipper voice she could put on; purely to irritate her. That was what she anticipated waking up to tomorrow—not a cranky, naked Dave Villa. Her phone’s screened dimmed into a sleep mode as Callie’s eyes stayed glued on the outline of Reagan in her bed. No matter how hard she tried to rack up a list of cons of staying in for the night, she just couldn’t. She knew that going to Dave’s apartment meant hungry kisses, sex, cuddling, then sleeping. And she wanted all of those. She really did. But they didn’t compare to the satisfaction waking her best friend up in the morning brought her.

Callie exhaled through her nose as she swiveled her body around to face the wall her bed was against, letting her phone fall to her bed. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift off. Immediately, a familiar face with soft, delicate features came to her. A face Callie was sure she could never get enough of. The curvature of the girl’s lips, without fail, ignited a common flame of allure from within her. She wanted nothing more than to be able to run her thumb across them, and press her own lips to them in an effort of catching herself both a feel and a taste. She wanted to lace her fingers into her glossy hair as her other hand rubbed slow, gentle circles into her jaw. Callie shifted in her bed, urging herself not to turn back over to try to find the face she was envisioning, but ultimately failed. She turned back over to her side to catch only the silhouette of Reagan once again. Through the sheet of darkness, there was no way of being able to see anything more than just that from the distance she was from her. The face her body craved to see was engulfed by the darkness, and Callie wasn’t sure she could go much longer without getting a peak of it once more.

“Reagan?” Callie’s voice was a soft whisper, careful to make sure not to wake her if she was sleeping. “Are you awake?” her voice rang out again as she dangled her bare legs off the side of her bed and brought herself up into a sitting position. Silently praying she would be awake, or stir awake, as selfish as that might have made Callie. She brought her knees up to her chin, peering into the dimness. 

WILLINGS, REAGAN:

“It’s alright, as long as I’ve got my fast legs and my best friend waiting for me,” she chuckled. What Reagan appreciated most about their friendship was their constant presence in each other’s lives— she remembered all the moments filled with laughs, and those filled with tears and threatening remarks from Reagan to the ones bothering the one she loved the most. As she listened to Callie’s deepest thoughts, she found herself smiling. Multiple reasons were the cause of her happiness. Knowing that Callie trusted her and wanted to share her thoughts with her were the main ones.

“You don’t have to count on a power outage to see anything up there,” Reagan argued. “The stars will always shine… and if they don’t, you’re doing a pretty good job at shining yourself,” she continued, moving her body closer to her so she could wrap her arms around her. Hearing Callie’s words, a long series of laughs left her lips. “What would I do without you and the way you know to make me laugh?” she inquired, after catching up on her breathing. She asked herself the question all the time, but she was never able to find an answer.

Reagan was starting to experience the cold outside on her skin. She wished she could pause the moment, because having Callie in her arms was what made her happiness. But she looked at the truth— if they stayed outside a few more minutes, they would both get sick. “Maybe we should get to our room,” she suggested. “These clouds look like they will start pouring rain soon.” Taking her bag and standing up on her feet, she waited for Callie, the smile she had earlier still visible on her features.

“Oh, shut up,” Callie said lightheartedly, slightly nudging the other girl with her arm before wrapping herself around her. Moments like these always beat parties filled with drunk and high people. By far. It didn’t matter if little embraces like the one they had been sharing lasted five seconds, or five minutes; they never failed to induce strong feelings of security and bliss from within the girl. In moments like that, Callie’s mind suddenly switched from whatever she was thinking of, straight to how grateful she was to have a person like Reagan in her life. Even after being her roommate for a year and a half, she couldn’t find any faults within the girl. She went to sleep and woke up flawless in Callie’s eyes.

Callie snapped back to reality the moment she felt Reagan move to stand up. Following suit, the brunette scurried to grab her bag, then hoisted herself up from the ground. Regan was right, the air was crisp and harsh against the skin, hinting at a storm brewing from above. Callie brushed a hand across her bottom to remove any grass that may have took refuge on her bum. Nodding her head, Callie opened her mouth to agree, “Yeah, let’s go. The last thing I need is my hair to poof into a curly, frizzy mess.”

A smile sprouted from the girl’s lips as she held her hand out for her best friend to take, her skin already anticipating touching the other girl’s again. More often lately than before, Callie’s mind drifted off to the moments she’d shared with both and girl’s alike, and how sharing things like that might be with Reagan. Without fail, those kinds of thoughts always managed to initiate a sense of curiosity, and desire to explore these aspects of relationships with her friend. The hugs, hand holding, and cheery smiles always released such huge rushes of dopamine within Callie; but pondering what it might be like to feel Reagan’s lips against her’s sent her into a frenzy of unfamiliar, yet pure lust for her best friend. Since being at the school, the only encounters she had like that, with anyone other than Reagan, were strictly when intoxicated, with people she hardly knew the names of. The feeling of Reagan’s soft, butter-like, smooth skin under Callie’s fingertips made Dave Villa’s—the man some might refer to as Callie’s boyfriend—seem like nothing more than strokes of a stranger’s hand against her’s in a crowd of hundreds of people she didn’t know. Contrary to popular belief, Dave was actually closer to a stranger, than a boyfriend to Callie. He was nothing more than just one of the people Callie went to for affection, or rather attention, when she knew her breath was laced with the scent of too much booze for Reagan.

I'm sorry if I seem uninterested, or I'm not listenin', or I'm indifferent. Truly I ain't got no business here, but since my friends are here, I just came to kick it.

Speakers blared out notes and notes of continuous music, for hours and hours. The breaks only being half a second long between songs, and drops in the songs. Callie floated through the group of mixed fraternity and sorority house pledges, half a cup of nothing but whiskey clutched tightly in her hand. Her body swayed back and forth until she connected onto someone, then she’d be tossing her hips from side to side, eliminating all air between the two; their hands usually finding her hips to latch onto to dig her tiny body even closer. The sips of the alcohol she pushed down her throat far too often had became like water at that point, while a calm ocean in her head kept everything quiet for her: the screaming kids, the blaring music, the more-than-occasional aroused body parts she rubbed herself against all night, the promising headache all of those drinks will cause her tomorrow, and the question of why the fuck she was even there?

But really I would rather be at home all by myself, not in this room with people who don't even care about my well-being.

A blonde in a sundress covered in flowers, carrying a bottle of vodka in one hand, and a phone in the other, elbowed her way through the dancing crowd of people who all seemed to be tied together with some sort of string—body to body, hip to hip, ass to ass, ass to crotch, mouth to mouth. Her body type reminded her of that of her best friend, Reagan’s. The only moment Callie realised the girl had tears running down her face was when she hit the cup out of Callie’s hand whilst trying to get out of the cluster of high drunks. The girl turned her head as if to apologise, but instead she just gave Callie a look as if to tell her she was in the way. Callie opened her mouth to complain, but for whatever reason, Callie’s brain was still fixated on her best friend who was probably up in their dorm, sleeping, dreaming of happy things like dogs, or flowers that smell one hundred times better than the alcohol drenched vomit whoever missed the toilet somewhere in the room they were in, spewed out. With a whiskey soaked tee, Callie bee-lined toward the toilet down the hall, knocking at least two people’s drinks out of their hands as the ocean in her head shifted from the movement of avoiding bodies tempted her to trip.

I don't dance, don't ask, I don't need a boyfriend, so you can go back, please enjoy your party.

For the first time in Callie’s college-career, there wasn’t a huge line for the washroom. Either people didn’t know where the washroom was, or they were too preoccupied pushing pills down their throats and sitting back to enjoy the short-term affects of the overpriced shit. The highly intoxicated brunette pushed the door open, revealing a lit bathroom, tiles lining the floors, the walls a colour that resembled a peach. “Poor choice,” Callie muttered to herself, grinning sheepishly as she turned to shut the door behind her. That was when a pair of legs brought up to a girl’s chest caught her attention, fully exposed as the skirt of a dress filled with tiny flowers was bunch up at her hips. It was the same blonde girl who knocked over Callie’s drink. She sat behind the door of the washroom, her bottle of vodka unscrewed, phone sat on the floor next to her. Her mascara smeared off of her cheek on one side of her face, a very obvious poor effort in wiping away the tears that painted her face several moments ago. She sat on the floor, looking up at Callie with sad eyes, glossed and blood shot from the tears and a little too much alcohol. “Sit with me,” she spat out, managing to push her body over to give the brunette some room. Either Reagan had a twin she didn’t mention to Callie, or Callie was too drunk to see anything other than her best friend. That thought was exactly what brought her to locking the door shut and scooting over to the sad blonde.

I'll be here, somewhere in the corner, under clouds of marijuana with this boy who's hollering.

Callie crossed her legs and leaned her head back on the orange wall behind them. Before she could even open her mouth to speak, the blonde swung over her half-emptied bottle of vodka. “Help me finish this,” she mumbled, “no bottles in res.” She explained the rule Callie knew too well, bringing up a laugh from Callie. Eager to help, she snatched the bottle in her hands and brought it up to her lips to help the Reagan look-a-like, as well as to keep adding to the ocean in her skull. The hard-liquor flowed down her throat slower than it should have, leaving behind it a line of fire making Callie furrowed her brows together. “Fuck,” she muttered under her breath as she coughed to smooth her throat. After a moment or two of silence, Callie shot a question over at the blonde: “So, what’s with the running make-up?” The blonde sighed and brought her head down to Callie’s shoulder. “I don’t wanna think about it,” the girl whispered. Callie glanced down at her before taking another swig of vodka. Reagan always liked to talk to Callie, no matter the topic, this look-a-like wasn’t anything like her. “Keep drinking then,” the brunette offered, handing her back the bottle. The girl took it in an instance, lifting her head from Callie’s shoulder to gulp down two mouth fulls. “Mmmmm,” she moaned as she tried to put the bottle in Callie’s lap, sounding as if she hadn’t just had half a glass of vodka but instead a delicious desert of some sort. Putting her hands in her lap, she leaned against Callie again. “Distract me,” the girl breathed out against Callie’s neck as Callie tilted the bottle up to her lips again. The ocean in her head was almost full, just another swig or two.

I can hardly hear over this music I don't listen to, and I don't wanna get with you, so tell my friends that I'll be over here.

“Distract me,” the girl’s voice sounded off against the nape of the brunette’s neck again, the stench of her breath hardly registering to Callie as her nose was still in the twenty ounce, going for another mouthful. Her words were desperate. Callie inhaled a breath of vodka and a floral perfume as the intoxicated girl brought her hand up to latch it on Callie’s neck, the feeling of lips being pressed to her neck hardly fazed Callie. More than a handful of boys tried pulling that on her that night already. “I don’t think that’s the best way t—” Callie’s words were cut off as the kisses were being brought up toward her ear, and small pleas of words like please, and I need this, I need you were whispered into her ear—sprouting a number of goosebumps across her arms and up her back. Extending her neck to give the blonde more room to work, Callie took one last swig of vodka before reaching over to place the bottle on the other side of the girl. With the same hand, she placed her index and middle finger under the girl’s chin, tilting her head up towards hers. Even her lips were the same shape as Reagan’s. Before Callie could think of anything else, she was pressing her mouth against the other girl’s. Neither of them wasted any time. Almost instantaneously, Callie’s hand found it’s way to tangle itself in her blonde locks as the girl’s tongue ran along her bottom lip. Then Callie’s other hand was on her hip, pushing her dress further up, working on strangling the blonde girl without breaking the kiss. Then Callie was peppering sloppy, hot kisses to her neck, then across her collar bone, then down her chest, running her hand up towards the lace bra that peaked from the neckline of her dress as the blonde illuminated with a series of drunken moans and words to egg Callie on, hands tangled in Callie’s hair. And then, nothing. The ocean had finally stirred and over flowed, spilling out a mess of amnesia, leaving Callie with nothing but the feeling of absolute death the next day, only to be done again the next weekend.

Oh-oh-oh here, oh-oh-oh here. Oh, I asked myself, what am I doin' here?

Maybe it’s not my weekend But it’s gonna be my year

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WILLINGS, REAGAN:

Reagan resumed her previous reads when Callie’s words reached her ears, which resulted in her face forming a smile to express her amusement. She was aware of her best friend’s feelings towards sciences.·“Sure, if you want me to fail,” she chuckled. “It’s enough that I failed my last assignment, which is why I have to do this one.” She remembered her teacher’s promise, this was her last chance to catch up on her grade. She started regretting the decision of being in college, because although she loved sciences, her careless nature was menacing her scientist career.·“Do you think this is enough?” she inquired, lifting up her five page paperwork. A huge title was decorating the first page, explaining what the assignment was focusing on— electronegativity. For Reagan, the subject wasn’t complicated to explain, but her teacher insisted she had to elaborate everything.

“Honestly, I have no idea,” she answered, taking a quick glance at the woman.·“You know, I prefer using the internet,” she whispered, afraid that if the librarian heard her, she would tell her to get out. Seeing as she was turning the lights off, she closed the books and placed her supplies into her shoulder bag.·“Allons-y,” she quoted Doctor Who while she took her roommate’s hand into hers. She felt her heartbeat increase, without understanding why. Although it wasn’t the first time she was holding her hand, she realized she was experiencing a different feeling. She ignored the rushed beats, and instead started running towards the door as she heard shouting behind her.·Once they were far enough from the library, Reagan stopped and let herself fall on the grass, bringing Callie with her. A series of laughs left her mouth as she waited for her heart to go back to its normal beat.

She contemplated the brunette beside her, and a feeling of happiness overwhelmed her. “Normally, you can’t leave the library without putting the books back where they were. But I didn’t want to spend one more minute in that place,” she explained. She directed her gaze towards the stars and started thinking of what her life would look like without her best friend. Her smile disappeared. “Pointless,” she thought. She chased those thoughts, and took a glimpse at the girl. Callie was the most important person in Reagan’s eyes, and she was incapable of imagining a life where her best friend was absent. “The night is beautiful,” she remarked.·“But not as beautiful as you are,” she wanted to add, but she was unable to pronounce the words.

“You’d better be careful the next time you come around then, huh?” Callie joked, as if she had a clue. “The librarian might resort to more than just cross looks to get you out. She’s got quite the arsenal of heavy objects in there to throw.” Squeezing her best friend’s hand slightly, Callie laid herself down on the ground to get a better look at the night's sky. The campus’s lights worked efficiently in keeping everything on the ground illuminated, whilst unfortunately blinding anyone from witnessing the beautiful the blanket of stars that covered them above. “You know, when I was little, I used to look up at the sky from my bed and pray to that one huge star. I’d pray to God, asking him to protect everyone I had down here with me, and up there in the clouds. By people up in the clouds, I mean mostly just an old family dog and my grandfather,” Callie laughed, bringing her eyes back to the girl beside her, “but now, I’d have to count on a huge city-wide power outage to be able to see anything up there... It’s kinda good I don’t have more than half a handful of people I need to worry about, now.” 

Any kind of talk like this was only ever heard by Reagan, and just Reagan—no one else made Callie feel comfortable enough to do such things by simply being in her presence like her best friend had. That was probably why Callie was sure that if she could see the star from her window back in their dorm, praying to God to keep safe Reagan safe, healthy, and happy at all times would always be number one on her list of priorities. 

After a moment of silence, the air was interrupted with another laugh from Callie, “No more daily praying for my neighbour’s noisy cat to shut the hell up at night!”

WILLINGS, REAGAN:

Reagan was sitting at a table in the library, her emerald eyes searching the pages of four old books. Glasses on her nose, she sighed as she glimpsed at the clock positioned near the librarian’s desk. It was almost midnight, which to Reagan’s knowledge meant the library was going to close, and she was halfway through her essay. Being the type of person who does her homework the day before it’s due, she was disappointed when she did not find the answers to her chemistry research on the internet, and was obliged to use the library books. Ignoring the librarian’s judgmental look, she left her chair and marched towards her desk, in order to attempt another excuse. “Ma’am,” she called. “I know you said I can’t borrow these books but—” she said, before being interrupted by a definite, negative answer. Reagan returned to her table, angry to the point where not even the smell of the fresh coffee beside her could calm her down.

“Great, now I lost even more time,” she muttered to herself. A harmonious quiet sound reached her ears, warning her of the arrival of a new person. She raised her head, discovering her best friend, Callie, standing at the door. Reagan and Callie met on their first year of college, and although there were a lot of differences between them, they managed to become best friends. Reagan was glad she found Callie, because she was unable to believe there was anyone else who could understand her better. “How can she always look so perfect?” she wondered, before waving her hand at her roommate.Reagan was unaware a smile slipped on her lips, making her forget about the anger she felt before. “What are you doing here? I thought you said you had plans tonight,” she inquired, once the girl was close enough to hear her. “Unless you were worried for my safety, and came here to walk me to the dorm,” she laughed.

Callie hummed to herself as the bottoms of her shoes clicked against the pavement sidewalk that lead to the on-campus library, her bag sat comfortably on her shoulder, swaying with every step she took. Tugging the sleeves of her jacket for better coverage against the nippy night air, the girl inhaled a deep breath. The library was in eye’s view now. The buzzing of crickets singing sounded off from the grass patches here and there, drowning out any sounds of cars or people. It was a calming sound that reminded Callie of back home. A place where people knew how to unwind and sleep at night. Quite the opposite of where she was now: a place where the fast lifestyle of standing around, chanting out phrases to urge people to drink quicker, and to drink more was considered fun. A place where remixes of popular songs screamed out from speakers to mute out the sound of people pouring out the contents of their stomachs into porcelain bowls in a washroom, or onto linoleum floors anywhere else.

Some how, within the year and a half of attending the college, Callie managed to find herself a handful of friends who some how regarded temporary buzzes, regretful day-afters, and possible trips to hospitals more appealing than resting. Tonight, Callie Harding had other things in mind.

Walking into the library, Callie was greeted by a librarian whose expression was far from soft and welcoming. Callie would probably eye a person walking in when it’s near closing time as well, so silently, she adjusted the strap on her back, and shuffled off to find her roommate. Within the first few weeks of rooming with Reagan, Callie learned that the other girl had the-let’s hold things off for as long as we possibly could-way of completing things down to a tee. Callie might wait for four or five days before a due date to get working on an assignment, but her roommate waited till the night before. Almost always. The moment she spotted her best friend, a wave of comfort and a familiar sense of home washed over her, sprouting a small smile from Callie. “Nah,” the girl shrugged, glancing around the room before dropping her eyes down on Raegan, “I was bored, so I wanted to come see what was keeping you. Maybe I could lend you a hand.” The joke rolled her off her tongue, followed with a chuckle. Sciences and maths were some of Callie’s worst subjects, anyone who knew anything about her knew that. Moral support or distraction were the only forms of help she could offer in situations like this. Adjusting the position of her bag once more, Callie started again, “I wasn’t worried about you walking home until I walked through those doors. Now I’m glad I showed up. Does she always look so cross?”