Dead or Alive
 

  Before I knew it, Cameron was back, wearing a fitted white t-shirt and low slung jeans. He tossed a worn looking grey sweatshirt at me. 

   "Here, you've been in that for the past two days." 
   I slid it over my head and quickly removed my shirt from under it. A skill I picked up from when my mom tried to make me wear some clothes she picked out.
   "Where are we?"
   "Home sweet home." He says, handing me a cup of coffee.
   I took a sip and sighed happily. "Mmm, two creams, half a sugar. How'd you know I like it like this?" 
   "You like it? I make it like this."
   "Weird, so do I. Wait, so you actually live here?"
   "Thanks." He says sarcastically. "Yeah, me and Sky."
   "By yourselves?"
   He just shrugs, so I let the subject drop.
   "Crap, how long have I been here??"
   "Two days. Don't worry, I called your mom."
   "And she was ok with it?"
   "Yeah, I told her we're not alone or anything. She sounds cool."
   I just scoffed at that, but he didn't say anything. He came over to sit with me on the bed, and looked at me for a second.
   "Why'd you dye your hair?"
   I shrugged. "I don't know, I felt like it suited me more I guess. I just wanted to kinda recreate myself, and this seemed simple enough." 
   He just nodded and took another sip of coffee.
   "Thanks, by the way." I said. "You didn't have to take me here. Wait, how'd we get home?"
   "We walked."
   "We did? I don't remember that."
   "Well, I did."
   "You carried me the entire way home?" I couldn't believe it.
   He shrugged again. "What are friends for?"
   That word stuck with me. For the first time in a long while, I finally had that.
   A friend.
 

/// Part Twelve