@abbottisms
i want you, i want you, i want you -- the words replayed over and over in his head and oddly in his voice too. it was clear and crisp as it continuously echoed in his head. god, he wanted it to stop. it's been a weird couple of days, that was for sure but to add to it was three words graham would have never expected to ever come from camden. not in a million years would he have imagined one of his closests, well he was at one point, friends to speak such to him and over text. eighteen year old graham would have been thrilled to hear something close to that after all the nights he spent up with camden. all those moments they shared between classes and in their dorm room would have exactly left graham jumping at the first open chance he could find but camden was never his to begin with. his hear always belonged to someone else and graham was far from it, he was glad to have him as a friend for the next few years despite the fact he always felt that he and the boy could have taken it another step but things happen for a reason. he said he'd see him so that's what he would do, so why was he lingering outside of his bedroom afraid to even knock? "come on, graham." he scolded himself as he paced back and forth before gathering the courage to enter the room without so much of a knock. "you wanted to.." he paused, as the words didn't sound right. 'you wanted to see me?' sounded more cheesier than graham would want to come across as. "alright i'm here, you wanted me so i'm here." he said in attempt to fix that earlier blurb. "you can't do that to me, you can't say you want me okay? that's .. that's not how hating is supposed to work."
