"Hi, Mister Laz? It's Megan," I texted him. After a moment he answered "Well hello there! :)" To be honest, we actually had a pretty decent conversa...ion. He and I talked about different things that we knew about and stuff we told each other about. I know that it is extremely unorthodox and frankly illegal, but I didn't care. ------------------------------------- The next day I went to his room early before class started. He said he had a surprise for me and I was eager to get it, whatever it. ’ He looked me up and down. ‘You?’ I uncrossed and crossed my legs, ‘headed to DC in the morning. Just crashing here so I don’t miss my flight.’ He took notice of the bottle in my hand, ‘you starting the party early tonight huh?’ I gave him a devilish smirk and giggled, not taking my eyes off his, ‘It’s not a party till there’s two people.’ I tilted my head from resting on my left shoulder to my right, never breaking eye contact. The man chuckled and looked down at the floor, then back up at. "I don't believe he'd ever been around a female who was as comfortable with the f-word as Girl.When we'd argue, and we argued often in those days we both used the term to great advantage. Then upon making up we'd use it again to great advantage:"Fuck you, Cully!" Fuck me, Cully-boy." "I've told Cully about our time together at your apartment. Yes, some of it. But, that was between you and I, Tommy. Cully was not there. He will be tonight. I want him to be. I want him to be close to us, to me. I know that now. And if there’s someone you know you can trust then they’re your friend, right? That’s how friendship works. Sometimes.”I shook my head. And I had expected the world to right itself. “How do you know you can trust me?”She looked me in the eye and said, “Including you and me, how many people do you think know about what happened on the patio at the wedding? Besides Jake, that is. He doesn’t count.”I thought for a second. “Four. Me, you, Grace and Emily.”Without taking her eyes.