7. The Part Where We Dance

"Do these fit you?" Cameron asks, holding up a pair of navy blue PJs. "Uhh, I think so. Anything would be fine, honestly." The blonde nods her head and disappears onto her bedroom. It was a little after one a.m, I think. We just finished cleaning up the mess we made from cooking and eating. Ellie Goulding's album had looped for more than five times ever since it started playing. "Here," she says, laying out the clothes on the couch where I had plan on to sleep, "I also put a pair of underwear there, you don't have to worry since it's new." "Thank you." I smiled at her and she smiled back. "Since we're friends now, I should offer you my place, if you ever need a bed to crash on just think of me." Cammie laughed, "And if you ever get locked out of your apartment, I'll be there to boost you up your fire escape." "That's a deal, spit-shake on it?" I paused, ready to spit, "I'm kidding." Cammie chuckled and grabbed my hand for a shake. "I'll go on and take a shower. You go in after m