"Get your lazy ass up," Cami said as she threw a pillow at my head.

I groaned and looked over at my alarm clock. It read 10:12am. "It's Saturday, leave me alone," I grumbled.

"No," she said. "This isn't how this is supposed to be, you should be up before me and be making me do things, not the other way around," she whined.

I got up and off of my bed with Cami already leading the way out of my room.

Cami and I had been best friends since we were seven years old and she stopped a boy from tugging on my pigtails on the playground. Cami and I had been inseparable ever since. For as long as I could remember we had near lived more than two minutes away from each other. Even in college we share an apartment.

That is where we are now. Cami was dragging me into the kitchen of our small two bedroom apartment just off the Yale campus. It was a few minutes drive to campus and it was clean. Well, my room was clean, and the main area was clean. Cami's room was a different story.

Cami had always been my polar opposite. She was tall, where I was short. She had curly black hair, where mine was straight and blonde. Her latin heritage left her skin tan where it was tan from the sun. She wanted to party, where I wanted not to. We had very similar personalities though.

We were both snarky and sarcastic, but Cami broadcast her opinions to everyone who was listening whereas mine was more focused. I was more softly spoken and Cami was extremely outgoing. That never mattered much to either of us.

"Let's do something," she groaned.

"What do you want to do?" I asked her. It was the last day before classes started again for our final fall semester, before we were unleashed upon the world as functioning adults.

"Since you asked," she sang. "There is a last day of summer party at the baseball house."

I frowned slightly.

"I know you don't want to go," she said quickly. "But I really don't want to go alone." She gave me puppy dog eyes and I immediately melted. I would do anything for that girl. "But you owe me one."

"Agreed," she said happily.

I opened the refrigerator and it was empty other than some yogurt and half a bottle of salad dressing. I turned back to Cami.

"We need to go to the grocery store," I told her.

"Do we have to?" she whined.

"Stop winning," I told her. "This is your fault for waking me up." She grumbled something under her breath as she made her way to hher room to change, presumably. I went to my room and I put on a white tube top and a pair of tan sweatpants. I slid on my white nike sneakers and I tied my hair up into a ponytail and slid my ponytail through the hole in the back of my Yankee's baseball cap.

"Come on," I called Cami.

"Coming," she called back. She came through her door wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts.

"Let's go," I said. I grabbed my phone and the keys to our apartment and we left. We walked three blocks to the grocery store. I grabbed a cart and Cami immediately got distracted.

"Double stuffed oreos," was all she said as she walked away from me. I sighed, I would rangle her back later. I pulled out my phone and I went into my notes where our grocery list was being compiled. The list was extensive. I sighed and started my trek to the produce section.

I searched for strawberries in the wall of produce as something crashed into my legs. I stumbled a little bit and I looked down to see what had run into me.

It was a little girl, about two years old. She wore a tiny YAle sweatshirt and tiny black leggings. She looked up at me with stunning gray eyes.

"Hi," I greeted her with my most friendly smile.

"Hi," she mumbled back. She kept a tight grip on my leg. I carefully bent down so that we were face to face.

"Can I help you find your mommy?" I asked.

"I don't know where my daddy is," she said. Her lips started to tremble.

"Don't worry," I said quickly, before she would start crying. "I'll help you find him," I promised her. "What's your name?" I asked. That seemed like a good place to start.

"Mila," she said quietly.

"Hi Mila," I said sweetly. "Let's go find your dad."

I picked Mila up in my left arm and pushed the cart with my right. We weaved in and out of the aisles.

"Mila!?" called out a concerned voice from the aisle beside us.

I hurried to the aisle beside us and almost ran into a tall man. I recognized him immediately. He was Josh Miller. He was Yale's hockey protege. He was six foot four inches, he had fluffy brown hair and warm brown eyes that were clouded with worry.

"Mila!" he exclaimed, his voice coated in relief.

She beamed at him and jumped into his arms and beamed at him innocently.

"You can't run away from me like that," he told her.

Did Josh Miller have a daughter? They didn't look very similar, but they both had dimples as they smiled at each other. He turned his attention back to me and smiled giving me a classic panty-dropping smile. "Sorry that she usually doesn't run away."

"Don't worry about it," I told him.

"I'm hungry," Mila complained to Josh.

"Okay," he said. "Let's go get something to eat." He looked over to me and smiled a little bit awkwardly. "I guess I'll see you around."

"Yeah," I agreed. He turned away from me and I looked back at my phone to look at the grocery list.

"Who was that?" Josh whispered to Mila.

"I think she was a Disney princess," Mila tried to whisper back. She was very loud and her compliment sent a pink tinge to my cheeks.

I saw that he glanced back at me through the corner of my eye. "Me too," I thought I heard him say.

"Was that who I think it was?" Cami asked as she came around the corner. Her arms were filled with oreos and other crap.

"Depends on who you think it was," I said as I returned my attention to our grocery list.

"I think it was Josh Miller, Yale protege, NHL draft hopeful, smoke show," she listed.

"Then yeah," I said. She tossed the stuff into the cart and followed me as I pushed the cart back towards the produce section. We shopped ideally in silence until we were out of the checkout. "Does Josh have a daughter?" I asked suddenly.

"I don't think so," she said. "Why do you say that?"

"He was with a baby girl and her name was Mila," I told her.

Cami hummed not particularly interested, she had gotten distracted by the newest issue of People's magazine. We got back to the apartment and unpacked the groceries. We decided to watch a few episodes of Friends and ordered pizza. We relaxed in our grocery shopping clothes until it was 7:30pm.

"We need to get ready," Cami said.

"Ready for what?" I asked her.

"For the party," she told me obviously. Right. I had agreed to go to a party with her.

"Do we have to go?" I asked her.

"Yes," she agreed patiently. She paused the television and she stood up. She stretched with her hands high above her and then leaned down to touch her toes, effectively stretching her body. She took my hands in hers and pulled me up and off of the couch. "Go get ready," she said as she pushed me towards my bedroom door.

"Fine," I grumbled.