That at least pulls a smile out of him as he shakes his head.
“You already are old and lame,” he laments, and I grin. I scoot closer to him, grasping his shoulder and I squeeze tightly.
“So that’s a yes?” I ask hopefully.
Cam appraises me with his steely gray eyes. “I’ll think about it.”
Well, that’s not a no entirely…
But I can’t help but press. “What is there to think about? It’s you, me, Sin City…” I draw my hand across the air, as if I’m painting a picture. Cam’s shoulders tense.
“What could go wrong?”
He leans into my space, letting out a sigh. “Oh, I don’t know, one of your mouth-breather buddies is sure to fuck something up. Guaranteed. Or your idiot brother.”
I can’t argue with him about Alex being an idiot. Even though this whole thing was his idea. “You don’t even have to see them,” I tell him, even though I know it’s a downright lie.
But I can’t help it, I’m desperate.
I don’t want to go on this trip without him.
It’s not like I haven’t known about it for nearly a month, but I didn’t want to tell Cam too soon and risk him making up some excuse. Because when it comes to going out with my teammates, there’s always an excuse.
But I meant what I said.
I won’t pretend I know what the future holds for us, because I don’t. I hope that whatever happens, Cam remains close, but I also know that he’s extremely talented. No doubt with his artistic skills, he’ll land a great job once he graduates, and if that job happens to be elsewhere, well…
We haven’t talked about his plans after graduation, because the wedding’s been stressful enough, but I’m not dumb enough to think my best friend won’t seek out all the world has to offer him.
Not to mention, once this wedding happens, once I graduate… I won’t have time to travel and Eat Pray Love or whatever it is that people do when they travel across the country.
Because once Savannah and I tie the knot, the next chapter begins.
The script’s pretty self-explanatory, and I know Savannah is probably going to want to jump on starting a family like most women do.
This trip, whether it’s one I want or not, is what I need.
I need to just… fuck shit up with my best friend and make really great memories with my friends before I blink, and it’s my damn high school reunion.
But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to spoil my best friend at least a little bit, too.
I like to give, especially to the people I love. And yeah, okay, it probably sounds super mushy and dumb, but I love Cam.
He’s like the peanut butter to my damn jelly. I can’t imagine anyone else standing there beside me at this wedding.
He’s always been stubborn when it comes to letting me do shit for him. Even if it’s just something as small as buying him dinner or gifting him a flatscreen for Christmas.
He made me take that gift back, of course. Insisted he didn’t need it.
He doesn’t get it. I’d give him the damn moon if he wanted it. Even if he didn’t ask for it. Because he deserves it.
He deserves good things, even if he doesn’t believe it.
Shit, Savannah doesn’t even blink when I show up to dinner with a brand new Kate Spade for her.
In fact, she said it wasn’t what she wanted, but she relented and took it, anyway. I haven’t seen her use it once, though.
Why can’t Cam be like that? Why can’t he just take what I want to give him and complain like a normal person?
