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BLAIRE
Oh. My. Gosh.
Camden. His name is Camden and he’s even better looking with his pants around his waist. It was hard for me to concentrate seeing as how I’veseen himin all his glory. He didn’t act like he was worried about that, though. He seemed nice, kind even. But if I’ve learned anything, it’s that even the sweetest and most trusting of people can destroy you.
My last class of the day is over, and Emree texted me earlier that we needed to go grocery shopping today because the apartment is completely empty. Luckily, we both just got paid, so we can splurge a little.
Emree and I both make good money waitressing at a local college hangout. It’s not the most ideal job, but they’re flexible with you on hours and the tips are what pay our rent. Most nights, we’re both coming home with over two hundred dollars cash in tips alone. I only started a month ago and already have almost five hundred saved up, which is going to help me a lot in the future. Emree has been working there for the last year and scored me an interview the moment one of the girls graduated and moved.
Alongside waitressing, I also tutor math at the library. It isn’t the best paying job, hence why I need to waitress, but it’s fun for a math geek like myself.
I head to the apartment to pick up Emree. I met her two summers ago through an ad on the school website. She had just finished her freshman year, like me, and was determined not to live in the dorms another year. I was planning on getting my own place anyway since sharing a dorm with another person was too close and I felt like I did not have any privacy. A small, one-bedroom apartment was what I was looking for, but I became discouraged seeing how expensive they could be. After seeing her post and considering life with a roommate, I thought it might be nice not to live on my own.
We met and instantly clicked, which is rare for me. Emree is outgoing, the complete opposite of me. Even though she likes to go to parties and hang out with a lot of people, she isn’t the kind of friend to leave you out. She always encourages me to go out with her and genuinely seems bummed when I decline. Though she loves getting dressed up and going out, she also enjoys movie nights in with junk food and our coziest clothes. That is more my comfort level. My freshman year, I didn’t make any friends, struggling to open myself up to new people. Emree makes it easy with her bubbly personality.
Since we moved in together, I’ve only gone out with her once. It was to the party I saw Camden at. She was surprised when I told her I would go. If I’m being honest, I was too. I’m not sure why that party was the one that finally made me say yes to her invite, but I’m sort of glad I went. Even though seeing Camden like that was completely uncomfortable and embarrassing, it was nice to get out and feel normal again. I haven’t felt that way in years. Although it became too much for me too soon, I’m proud of myself for going in the first place.
Pulling into the apartment complex, I check for Emree’s car and it’s in her usual spot. I text her that I’m here so that we can head out to the grocery store.
About three minutes later, she comes bouncing down the stairs in a colorful outfit and her hair in a high ponytail. As she gets closer, I take in what she’s wearing. She has freaking unicorns on her leggings. I don’t even know where you could get something like that.
She plops into the passenger seat, a big smile on her face when she looks over at me. “What’s cooking, good-looking?” she asks.
I roll my eyes and put the car in reverse, backing out of the complex. “Emree, I’ve gotten used to your free spirit nature, but what in the hell are you wearing?”
She looks down at her outfit, then back at me. “These are my new leggings I made. Are they not the cutest?” She lifts her leg to show them off better.
“There are unicorns on them,” I state.
She gasps from beside me, dropping her leg. “I’m sorry, but are you saying you don’t like my taste in fashion?”
“Um, no.” I’m more of a neutral colors kind of person. Basic jeans and a T-shirt or tank are my go-to outfit.
Emree makes a tsking sound. “Blaire, my dear friend, you need to branch out. There is a world out there full of colorful outfits and sparkles. I could make some badass outfits for you.”
Looking down at her unicorn covered leg, I can’t imagine myself ever wearing something like that. The funny thing is, it doesn’t even look ridiculous on her like I know it would on me or the majority of people.
“I will have to just take your word for it, but thank you for the offer,” I tell her. Emree’s shoulders slump. She knows there is no way she can get me to ditch my staple wardrobe and venture out like she does.
“Fine. It’s your loss, though. I’ll just be the shiny friend of the group.”
After pulling into the parking lot of Publix and putting the car in park, we climb out and she pulls a piece of paper with a list of what we need out of her bag.
“Okay, so I put together all the necessities, such as toilet paper, laundry soap, and of course peanut butter. We’ve been out for two days and I’m about to go crazy.”
“We haven’t been out of toilet paper or laundry soap for days,” I say, confused, because we aren’t out at all.
She folds the list up and tucks it into her purse again. “Not those things, the peanut butter, dork. I feel as if I’m going through withdrawals. We’re going to need a back-up in case this happens again.”
We head into the grocery store on a hunt for peanut butter, and just a few other things.
* * *
“All right,that’s the end of it,” I say to Emree as I drop the last bag on the counter, along with the ten others.
Our small trip to the store turned into enough food to feed an army. She wouldn’t tell me why she was getting this much food, just that we needed it for something.
“Go ahead and leave the pizza stuff out. We need to get to baking!” She puts away the rest of the food while I lay out the variety of frozen pizzas.
