At Cambridge

A lot of things happened while I was at Cambridge. There were way too many thoughts and feelings and events and to simply note down, so I guess I'll tell the whole story. That's the only way it's going to make sense.
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12. Twelve

I sit in the library with Edward on Thursday night. He's working on marking some essays we all did, I'm looking at dresses online to wear for tomorrow night's date. We're not talking very much but again, we're both just so comfortable. Even if I'm trying to avoid feeling more than friendship for him, I don't want to stop feeling like we're friends. That's something I'd be stupid to lose. 

"You know, I think I'm gonna start calling you Ed." I tell him, not looking up from my laptop. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him look up and stare at me for a moment. "No you're not."

"Don't your friends call you Ed?" I ask.

"Well yeah-"

"Then I'm going to do it too." I decide. 

"If you must. What are you up to anyway?" he asks, glancing a my laptop screen. He frowns, smiling. "Dress shopping?"

"Yes!" I say, defensively. "I have a date tomorrow and nothing to wear. And is a girl not allowed to buy a dress?" 

"You have a date tomorrow?" he asks, quickly and my heart thuds a little bit. I tell myself to calm down and stop kidding myself that he's jealous. Of course he isn't. And I shouldn't want him to be. 

"Yeah, with George."

"George Davies?" 


"From History?" 

"Yes. Will you stop asking questions?"

"I just didn't think he was your type." Edward shrugs. 

"Whatever." I laugh, closing my laptop. "I'm going to bed. See you in the morning, Ed."

"You're seriously going to call me that." he says  bluntly as I walk out and I just laugh at him. 

Back in my room, I pick up my guitar and Lucy yells at me to put it down before I even play a chord. I have no idea how she knew I had it but I shake it off and just go to sleep, wondering how I feel about the conversation that just happened and wondering what tomorrow night will be like.

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