This can work, right? I can be friends with Colton, it'll be fine. I do want to be his friend so I'm just going to have to get over my little crush. I like how he says he doesn't want to lose me and that's enough to get me to stay. And after hearing how he sleeps with girls and never talks to them again, I'm glad he doesn't want that to be the case with me. I'm almost positive I wouldn't be able to handle a type of heartbreak like that, it just seems too awful. So him looking out for me already shows me that he can actually be a good friend. But what else am I getting out of this friendship?

"Hey what's in it for me?" I ask. Colton raises his brow as he takes a drink of his coffee. "I mean, it sounds like I'm a great friend to you. I listen and you're comfortable with me. What are the perks of you being my friend?"

Colton takes another drink before answering. "I have the one thing you want," he smirks. Being his friend is already seeming like a difficult task.

"What?"

"The roof." He leans forward into the table and stares at me intensely. He's right, the roof is really the one thing I truly want back. I've missed my beautiful view and it's about time I get it back.

"Okay fine," I say and he smiles.

"And you can talk to me too, I'll listen," he says seriously. Can I? Can I really talk to him and tell him anything that crosses my mind. I know that's what friends are for and I've never really had one to tell things to. I never wanted to tell Judith too much about what went on in my head and I can't talk to my parents about everything. Colton is exactly what I need, but I'm still not sure if I can just come out and tell him about my life. "C'mon, tell me something about you," he pushes.

"I don't know...crap," I say under my breath. Just when I thought I could be out without running into something evil, Nova comes making her way to our table.

"What's wro-oh," Colton says when he sees Nova and her pack behind her.

"Well, would you look what the cat dragged in," Nova scoffs, looking me up and down.

"Oh hey, I thought I smelled cheap perfume," I smile. I'm usually not so petty but with certain people, it's the only way I know how to be.

She gasps slightly and spits, "It's Marc Jacobs!"

"Oh I bet," I nod. She gives me a look that'd kill me if it had the power.

"Anyways," she says, turning her attention to Colton. "Me and the girls were just wondering if you'd want to come with us to a party." Nova's leaning on the table with her arms locked. This position is pushing her boobs together, making them look bigger than usual and I just want to smack her.

Colton looks up at her and then back at me. I raise my eyebrow and take a drink of heaven. I swear each sip is better than the last.

"I'm good, I think I'm just going to hang out with my friend," he says, nodding towards me. Nova's jaw drops in disgust and I smile.

"You know, you're picking the wrong people to hang with, Colton. You won't get far being friends with the school's reject," she spits. Colton's face goes hard and he balls his hands into fists. Nova sticks her chin in the air and stomps away, and her clones follow close behind. Colton closes his eyes and turns towards me. His jaw is still clenched and let me just say, he looks hot. Friends can think their friends are hot, right?

"How do you remain so calm?" he asks slowly, his eyes still closed.

"I'm just so used to it. It's sort of like an annoying fly I choose to ignore."

"Well don't you ever want to just fucking swat it?" His eyes shoot open and I laugh.

"Yes, sometimes, but I'm a lady, and ladies don't fight." I take another drink of my coffee and am sad because it was my last. I need to make sure to start coming here more often, I'm sure my mom would love it.

"Are you ready to go?" he asks and I notice he finished his drink too. I wonder what he thought of it.

"Yea, now take me home," I smile. He nods and gets up from the booth. He walks to the cashier and I meet him at the door.

"You have any plans tonight?" he asks as we make our way to my car.

"Just getting some rest since somebody kept throwing rocks at my window this morning," I laugh, nudging him with my arm.

"Rocks? What, you think I have this endless supply of rocks in my room?" he asks as he opens the car door for me.

"Well what do you have an endless supply of?" I ask, before getting in. Colton gets to the driver's side and smiles at me.

"Jelly beans," he smiles and gets in the car. I get into the car laughing my ass off.

"Jelly beans? You have been throwing jelly beans at my window for hours?" I'm laughing so hard my stomach is starting to hurt.

"What? It's a very underrated candy and I happen to love them, so you should feel lucky that I waisted two huge ass bags of them on you," he says, starting the car. Aw that's sweet of him, in a weird Colton type of way. "Yeah I was worried I was going to have to open a third one," he laughs. He pulls out of the parking lot and heads home. Once again the ride home seems shorter but maybe that's because I'm actually enjoying it. We continue to laugh about his weird candy obsession and he swears he's going to make me realize how amazing they truly are.

Colton pulls into my driveway and I glance at the time:7:45. He turns the car off and it's quiet. "Thank you for coming tonight," he says looking over at me.

"Don't thank me, thank American Horror Story," I joke.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Well I'm glad you came, for whatever reason. And I'm glad we're friends," he says. His hazel eyes are warm as they stare into mine directly. I smile at him and we both get out of the car. He's about to walk to his door but I stop him.

"Colton," I call out.

"Hmm?" he hums, turning around.

"Promise me something."

"What is it?"

"Promise me on Monday you won't go back to being quiet, mysterious Colton," I say, looking down at the ground.

"I promise, but Cam," he says and I look up. "I'm sure you're going to have a chance to remind me of that before Monday," he half smiles and turns back around. So does that mean he wants to see me again tomorrow? Sundays are usually boring for me so it would be nice to actually have something to do.

I walk inside and my dad is walking down the stairs. "Hey kid, did you have a good time?" he asks.

"You know what? I did, thank you for making me go," I smile. I'm surprised by what a good time I had. Who knew Colton felt that way? If it wasn't for my dad, I would've never found out.

"Dinner's ready!" my mom calls from the kitchen. My dad and I make our way to the table and my mom serves us. Tonight she made chicken pasta and it tastes amazing. I tell my mom about the coffee shop from heaven and we plan on going on her next day off. My parents start to discuss their day at work and to me it all sounds the same. Apparently my dad's work is getting a lot of business at the moment and he says he's going to be able to start paying me back. I tell him not to worry about it because I know they need the money more than I do, no matter how bad I need to save in order to get out of here.

"So Cam, how was your date?" my mom asks. My dad drops his fork and quickly turns his head to look at me.

"Calm down, it wasn't a date," I reassure him, "we're just friends." My dad lets out a sigh of relief and I can't help but laugh. He was the one who forced me to go out with him.

"Just friends, huh?" my mom asks. "Cam, do we need to have The Talk?" My dad drops his fork for the second time and I join him. He starts coughing and I have to pat him on the back to make sure he's not choking.

"Jesus, warn a man before you go saying things like that Julie!" My dad chokes out.

"Well I'm sorry, but David I think we need to talk to our daughter," my mom says, speaking as if I'm not right in front of them. I can feel the blood running to my cheeks.

"You guys! I just said that we're friends, that's it." They both look at me and my dad's face is still red from his choking bit.

"Yes we understand but..." my mom starts, but I interrupt.

"But nothing. We've had that talk before and I'm sure nothing's changed okay? Now can I just go upstairs to my room and die of embarrassment?" I beg. My dad nods and I practically run to the stairs. I don't get it, I tell them we're just friends and my mom feels the need to give me the sex talk. The thought alone makes me squirm. It's just so uncomfortable talking to your parents about that kind of stuff. See, that's exactly why I need a friend. I'm not saying I'd talk to Colton about it either but at least I have the option to, and by the looks of it, I'm sure he'll know what he's talking about.

When I get to my room I immediately change into my pajamas. I throw on some gray sweats that say PINK on the but and a white tank top. I wash my face and let my hair down. My bed has never felt more comfortable as I lay down. The hardest decision of the night is picking what to watch on Netflix. My obsession with AHS almost makes me want to relive the first two seasons but I decide against it. Instead I watch Gossip Girl. If I can't live my own high school drama, why not live someone else's.

Just as Blaire's about to make someone sorry they wronged her(which is really every episode) I hear something at my window. Jelly beans.

I sit up in my bed and move my curtain out of the way. I open my window and say, "I thought we were past this." Colton's sitting on a blanket in front of his window.

"I know, but I thought you'd like to enjoy your view tonight," he says, taking a drink of something. It's a bottle of alcohol, Jack Daniels to be exact. My mom says it takes her about three shots of that for her to be really messed up, but he drinks it with ease.

"What are you doing?" I ask him, tilting my head.

"Come sit with me and I'll explain," he says. I'm comfortable in my bed but I'm more intrigued by what he has to say. I climb out of the window and walk to the edge of my roof. Colton stands up and puts his hand out. Even though I don't need his help I still take his hand, it's huge and pretty cold. I make the jump and land steadily on his roof. I still wonder why contractors made the houses so close together and I wonder if I'm the only one who's comfortable with it.

I lay down on the blanket and take in the scene in front of me. Tonight the moon looks like a toenail, one of my favorite phases, full of course being my all time favorite. Colton lays next to me and takes another drink.

"So Colton, tell me, why are you out on your roof, drinking by yourself?" I ask, turning my head to look at him.

"Well Camryn, at the coffee shop I sensed you were still unsure about telling me about yourself, so I thought." He pauses and holds up the bottle of liquor.

"If I was drunk, I'd talk?" I ask. It makes sense. Being drunk clouds your judgement and then maybe I'd be willing to tell Colton things I wouldn't tell him if I was sober.

"No, if I was drunk," he corrects me. What? He takes in my confused expression and continues, "Look at it this way, if I'm drunk, you can tell me anything you want, and I won't remember it in the morning."

"Well then what'd be the point of even telling?" I question.

"Well, I'd give you my drunken thoughts, and something tells me you would just like to get some things off your chest," he shrugs. He's right, I do want to talk, and him being drunk would make it easier to talk to him. Even though it should be the other way around, his way makes sense.

"Okay," I agree, "but you need to ask me questions, I'm not just going to blurt things out."

"That's fair," he says, taking another drink. "Okay, let's start of with the basics, favorite color?"

"Burgundy."

"Favorite food?"

"My moms enchiladas."

"Oh yeah those were great," he comments. I forgot that's what we ate when he came over with his dad. I remember he only took a few bites, but they seemed to have impressed him. "Favorite movie?"

"The Back to the Future trilogy."

"Whoa, good answer," he says, looking at me, then back at the sky. "Okay, favorite band?"

"Third Eye Blind."

"Another good answer." he takes another drink. I'm surprised by how well he can hold his liquor. "Favorite place to be, besides the roof."

I have to think about this one a little since he cancelled out my answer. "The movies or an amusement park," I decide. I find that I'm also my happiest when I'm there.

"What's that necklace you always wear?" His voice is a little slow and I think the alcohol is starting to kick in. I instinctively place my hand over my chest, holding on to my necklace. It's a fragile little thing since I've had it since I was born. My parents had to change the chain as I grew up so it'd still fit, but the charm itself had been through a lot.

"Nothing, just a piece of jewelry," I say as if it's nothing.

"Well what does it say?" he asks. I'm surprised he even noticed it says something, the word is so little.

"Forever," I answer.

"Forever?" he laughs. "What did an ex boyfriend give that to you?"

"No," I laugh slightly. "But what if one did? What's so funny?"

"Nothing, just the whole concept of "forever" is ridiculous," he says using air quotes. I have a feeling his drunken thoughts are about to spill out.

"Why?" I ask, pushing the thoughts out.

"Nothing lasts forever. Not people and not their relationships. Everything comes to an end and I find it absolutely hilarious when teenagers promise forevers. They find a significant other and swear all across social media that they'll be together forever and everyone knows that's just a bunch of bullshit, but no one ever says anything. They just agree and then comfort them once the relationship is over," he spits. He takes another drink and then covers his face with his arm.

He seems so serious about this. He's so sure that every relationship is doomed and that they'll all end. That's really sad.

"What about adults? What about when they promise forever?" I ask so I can get a deeper understanding.

"That's even worse," he laughs. "When your young, you're stupid and you say dumb shit, but when your old you're supposed to be wise. Adults get married and then get divorced, that's what life is now. Marriage does say 'til death do us part' right? At least that's a fair statement because no matter what, someone is always the first to go. There's no such thing as forever," he says.

"What about those tragic stories of couples who die together? Isn't that a forever?"

"Yeah," he says, removing his arm from his face. He turns on his side to face me and asks, "But what makes you think you'll be so lucky?" He returns to lying in his back, looking up.

"You're right, every relationship is bound to come to an end so why even try right?" I ask sarcastically.

"Exactly," he replies. "Now back to the questions. Who was your first kiss?"

His question catches me off guard and I wonder if I should even answer, but then I remember he's drunk so what the hell? "His name was Dylan, it was in the third grade." Dylan was my 'boyfriend' that made fun of me a lot. He only said he liked me as a joke but I didn't realize it was a joke until a while later. He was my neighbor and my parents and his parents were good friends. I liked him because when we played outside at home he was nice, but once we got to school he was mean like all the other kids. He was always really nice when we got back home so I always forgave him. I was a dumb little child. But then his family moved and I never saw him again. And that's that.

"Third grade? Not bad," he comments and I push his shoulder. That makes me wonder when he had his first kiss and who it was with. "Okay, if you could go back in time and ask anyone one single question, who would it be and what would you ask?"

This is the type of question you see on a worksheet in elementary school. I could be nice and give a simple answer like "Lincoln and can I try on your hat?" but I want to answer truthfully. Having friends means being able to get things off your chest and this is a perfect chance.

"My birth mom," I answer. Colton's head snaps in my direction. "And I'd ask her why she left me," I whisper. I didn't realize I was crying until Colton wiped away a single tear. I hate crying for stupid things like the past.

"Talk to me about it," he says, his hand still on my cheek.

I turn to look at him and his eyes are a little glossy from the alcohol. "I... I don't know Colton..."

"C'mon I'm drunk, just tell me." I look into his eyes and he looks serious. I think a drink myself would help. I reach for the bottle but he pulls it back. "No, only I can drink. For now," he says and I frown. "Now please tell me." I sigh and realize he seems like he's really going to listen.

"Okay," I say. "A few days after I was born, I was adopted. My parents weren't able to have children so that's why they got me. I didn't know I was adopted until I started getting made fun of in the first grade. Apparently the other kid's moms found out and told their children. I was just some unwanted disease to them. I used to cry about it but now you can see I obviously don't care," I tell him. He's looking straight at me and I can tell he's really listening.

"What about your birth parents, do you know anything about them?" he asks quietly.

"No, just the silly story my parents told me." I try to brush his question away.

"Tell it to me," he says.

"No, it's really stu..."

"Camryn," he stops me, waving the bottle in the air.

"Okay," I whisper. "When I asked them, I was six. They told me that my parents were very important people, like superheroes they said." I look at Colton and his expression is still serious. "Apparently the world was in a lot of danger, the moon was going to crash into the earth, and my parents were the only people who could stop it, but they couldn't do that with a baby. I asked them why? Why couldn't they take care of me and save the world too? My dad said it was because they both needed both their hands to hold up the moon, and then who would hold me?"

"Is that why you love looking up at the moon?" he asks.

"Every night I believed it was actually them up there, holding it in place," I laugh, but my laugh turns into a small cry. "My mom said it was the hardest decision my birth parents ever had to make." More tears fall down my cheeks, and Colton wipes them away. I look at him and he still looks serious. "I told you it was stupid."

"It wasn't stupid," he says. "Did you ask them about it when you got older?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because... I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"The truth," I admit, my voice shaky. Colton looks confused so I'll try to explain what I mean. "I've seen so many tv shows, documentaries and heard stories about adopted kids who went digging around for their real parents. Almost every single one of those stories ended with the real parents either being dead or on drugs. What if they tell me that my parents chose drugs or alcohol over me? I don't think I'd be able to handle that," I tell him.

"Do you know anything else about them?" he asks.

"No, just that they named me and gave me this necklace." Colton's face immediately falls and he sighs.

"Camryn, I'm sorry," he starts.