17. The Part With Cameron's Truth

The next day, even after Cammie goes cold on me, and even after I screw up and sleep with Pam, I felt great. The talk I had with Pam was somehow an eye-opener. Yes, I like Cameron. In fact, I like her so much that I didn't even feel anything for Pam. It was the first time that I can say that I did not want to get back together with her, or that I did not miss her. The one I miss now was Cameron. Cammie probably was straight and she probably was in love with her mystery roommate or something... But I didn't want to lose her. I haven't felt this good in years and if being around Cammie would help me, even if I know I can't have her, then I would stick around and be her friend. Besides, that would be the right thing to do. "Tiff!" I called, cringing as I see her red laced thong on the couch. She came running in the living room, "What?" Her train of sight followed mine, her face went red all of the sudden. "Shit!" "Jesus, Tiff, did you and Pete do it in this couch?" My best friend co