I wake to rattling clothes hangers and the smell of a fully aerated pizza box. The place was screaming for car fresheners and a little light, but these are my first days of college. Nobody has it figured out yet, especially me.
“Jesus Christ, where did that weekend go?”
“I think we binge watched Pawn Gods on TV, subsisting on nothing but mozzarella sticks and a few cans of Mountain Lightning. So. Our typical high school weekend?” Cassio is here, getting dressed before I can even open my eyelids.
I check the time on my phone. It’s seven in the morning. “Why are you up so early?”
“Went to the dining hall, got some french toast sticks. Want some? They’re still kind of warm.”
I roll upright onto your bed and see him with a styrofoam carryout box. Stacked on top, there is a small plastic cup filled with what must be syrup. “You’re bribing me. This is bribery,” I say, all too aware of the games Cassio likes to play. “What’s up?”
“No catch, I’ve got swipes for a whole year. It’s basically free.” C…
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