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"Oh?"
"Yeah. I kind of, well, transferred."
My jaw drops. "Seriously?! To where?!"
"Here."
My excitement builds. The two of us have become such good friends since we met last year. While we haven't gotten to hang out much, we've texted almost every day. She's one of the very few people who know about my addictions. I couldn't ask Dawson to keep it from her. They tell each other everything. Again, another reason they have such a great relationship.
"That's great! Wait..." I pause. "Why haven't you told Dawson?"
She runs her fingers through her hair. "I was afraid he would tell me not to?"
"Are you kidding?" I balk. "He's going to be ecstatic! He always misses you when you're apart."
"Yeah, I know, but he said the distance helps us appreciate the time we get together."
I can't help but laugh, remembering the time he said that to her. When he got off the phone, he was so upset. He told me how the first few days of being apart are always the hardest, and how he says what he has to, to make her feel better. I guess he didn't realize his words were doing more harm than good.
"Hey." I say, getting her attention. "He loves you. He's going to be thrilled about it."
She smiles, exhaling a breath of relief. "Okay, good."
"So, how are you going to tell him?"
The question sparks an idea between the two of us. Something this big needs to be told in a special way. However, Dawson is one of the hardest people to catch off guard. He can read people like an open book, and with Skylar it's magnified. One look at her and he would know something's up.
We sit on my bed for hours, brainstorming different ways to tell him. A lot of ideas are mentioned between the two of us, but none of them feel good enough.
"Sky writer?" She suggests.
I raise my eyebrows. "Pun intended?"
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nbsp; The door opens and Bree walks in, tossing her books down onto her bed before whining. When she finally notices Skylar, she stops.
"Oh, hello." Bree greets her.
I laugh at her embarrassment. "Bree, this is Skylar. Dawson's fiancée."
"OH!" Bree shouts happily. "I thought you looked familiar! You're the infamous fiancée."
Skylar chuckles. "And you're the poor soul that gets threatened by this one." She nods her head toward me.
Bree looks at me curiously. "Do I want to know?"
"I thought you had forgotten your key. I said I was going to glue it to your hand." I answer, waving dismissively.
"Hmm." She thinks for a moment. "Not a bad idea."
I stand up and go to the mini fridge, grabbing three bottles of water from it. I pass one to Skylar and another to Bree, then open my own.
"So, where is the sarcastic pain in my ass?"
Skylar giggles, knowing how he can be. She explains to Bree the short and quick version of everything. She transferred here, Dawson doesn't know yet, trying to think of a cute way to tell him, etc. Bree listens carefully, clearly glad to have another friend at school.
"Doesn't Dawson live in the dorms?" Bree asks, causing Skylar to nod. "Are you applying for housing, or are you going to get a place with him?"
