# A Life in High School, Ch. 8

Author: MLGDraconCraft
Tags: Gay, Gay Relationships, Gryphon, Love, Redemption, Story, Story Progression, Story Series, Wolf, hope

#8 of A Life in High School

Chapter 8 of A Life in High School.

 **So, yeah. This is short, so I hope you guys enjoy!**

**One tip: about eight months after the previous chappy.**

**Roll the Film!**

_Colton's P.O.V_.

_I waved to my mom_ as I drove out of the driveway and turned down the street. The blue-and-white Durango coughed down the street as the engine warmed up, but once it was ready, it settled into a steady roar.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I rolled the windows down to get the breeze rolling through the car as I drove down the highway, forty-five minutes to DIA. I had left the house close to five hours early to account for security in the airport, and it was still 6 P.M. I wasn't looking forward to a redeye flight but that's what I could get that was within my budget. I was hoping I could get a job in Cincinnati that would help pay for the surprise trips I wanted to take home.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Laughing quietly to myself, I realized that instead of a football scholarship like I wanted, I had gotten a full-ride on swimming. Turns out I was a better swimmer than football player (and football players are in high supply and low demand). I had made State every year I had swum.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The Durango puttered to a stop in a parking space in the Pikes Peak lot for parking at DIA. It would remain there for the better part of six or seven months, unless I could afford a Thanksgiving Break trip back.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The bus ride to the airport was relatively uneventful. A few more furs got on the bus--a gryphon, an eagle, and a wolf, like me--but none of them said anything, and neither did I. Security was a breeze; it took me about T-5 minutes to get through, and I had a good three and a half hours before my flight. I was that kind of guy: I could never be too early, but being on time was the same as being late.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I had a quick dinner at the Chiles' in the C terminal, which occupied about thirty minutes of the time, leaving two hours and forty-five minutes. Remember, I had to travel _to_ C terminal as well. I spent the rest of the time playing games on my phone.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Finally, as it had seemed much longer than three hours, my flight started boarding. _American Airlines Flight 407 to Cinncinatti/Northern Kentucky International Airport&nbsp;boarding now._ I stood and stood in the Business Class flight line. My parents had paid, and Business class on a redeye was the same as Economy on a normal time flight.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I quickly found my seat and waited until everyone else had boarded. The gryphon from earlier caught my eye as he boarded. I glanced at him, and he quickly looked away. I thought there was something...I don't know, _familiar?_...about him. The flight was scheduled to take two hours and fifteen minutes, because we would be going against the jet stream. I smirked to myself; had two hours and fifteen minutes to game late at night.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Or I could sleep. I closed my eyes and immediately knocked myself out.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I awoke as we began the descent. _I slept the whole time?_&nbsp;I was surprised. I rarely was able to sleep on planes, which was attributed to my insomnia. I must've been really tired.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; We touched down, and I let nearly everyone on the plane get off before me until the only fur on board with me was the gryphon.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Go ahead," he insisted.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I can't, you go," I replied, then smiled. "We are gonna be here all night until one of us caves, aren't we?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He nodded. "Yep."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I laughed. "Then I'll go." I stepped out into the aisle and grabbed my bag from the overhead compartment. Just before I turned to step out of the plane, I turned and looked at him. "By the way, it's been bothering me the entire flight: do I know you?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He peered at me for a second, then shook his head. "No, I don't believe you do."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I frowned. "Huh. Are you in college?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yeah, where are you going?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Xavier," I said, "on a swimming scholarship. I'm a freshman."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Hey, same," he said. "Except...not on a swimming scholarship," he added, smiling.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I led him off of the plane, and when we reached the hallway, he caught up and walked next to me. "You know, you remind me of someone, someone I knew a long time ago... What's your name?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Colton."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He shook his head. "Yeah, not the same person. My name's Renaldo, by the way."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I laughed. "Good name."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I could say the same about you."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Thanks."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Silence reigned over our conversation for a few minutes as we rode the underground tram to Baggage Claim.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Then I said, "What room are you staying in?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Eh, I don't know. Don't really care. I think it was close to 150?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Hey, same here," I paused. "You gonna take a bus?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Renaldo nodded. "I was thinking we could ride over together."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I shrugged. "I suppose it couldn't hurt. Sure!"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He smiled. "Hey, at least I won't be alone for the journey!"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; We laughed together as we approached our baggage claim.

_Close to fifty minutes later..._

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I shrugged my backpack that contained all of my electronics higher on my shoulder. I had a camera, a computer, a phone, a Samsung Tablet, and an iPad. All of my books, my clothes, etcetera, were in my suitcases.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The bus pulled to a stop at our stop. I let go of my cramped grip on the bar and hopped off, my suitcases thumping against the ground behind me. I took a deep breath of the clean night air and turned to Renaldo. "We have a little ways to walk, but I planned it so that it was shorter and more downhill."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Well," he said, "Glad I came with you. I would have gotten off at the last one."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I shrugged. "I try to do my research. Made me do something very stupid earlier in my high school life."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I think everyone could say the same," Renaldo said.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "No, like, _really_ stupid. Like, 'the fuck you do tha' fo'?' stupid."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Well," he said, "I think you beat us on that one."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I laughed. "Perhaps, but a friend of mine did something nearly as bad."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Renaldo laughed as well. "_That_ we could all relate to."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I suppose that's why I said it. Legit, I went into shock and seized at the same time." We laughed and started walking. "This is probably the most relaxed I've been in a very long time," I said. "Being out of my home town, I can tell, has already done me some good; way too tense back there."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Renaldo nodded. "I agree."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Silence reigned over our conversation until I started singing Broken Together by Casting Crowns (no copyrights owned ;D).

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Renaldo listened until I finished, and applauded me as I finished. "Huh, you have a great voice. Again, reminds me of someone from my past, but wrong name."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I smiled shyly. "My family hates it. They think I'm a terrible singer and tell me to stop every time. They even restricted me from taking Voice at the school I went to."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "That sucks, man. You do have a really good voice; I'm not lying." He laughed then. "Check my record, if you want. In the year where there were more people expelled than were in my class, I was one of the few that did not get expelled."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I smiled. "That makes sense. You're too good of a kid to be expelled, from what I've seen of you."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He nodded, and once again silence ruled our conversation. It lasted until we arrived at the campus four or five minutes later. I pointed. "That would be the dormitory building. We should go and get some sleep."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I agree. Walk with me?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I smiled and took his extended hand in the fake 'boyfriends' manner, until we broke down and laughed, letting go of each other. "Let's go." I stepped into the dorms and stopped. "Well," I said, looking around at the magnificent polished white granite walls and tiled floor, "no turning back now. What number is your dorm?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "It's number 154. I was actually pretty close!" We both laughed as we walked down the hallways--quietly, of course. We knew there were people sleeping behind the closed doors that dotted the long hallway. "If I know anything about how schools are set up, we're probably on the first floor, so right down this hallway."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "And I'm number 156, so right next to you."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "How do you know?" Renaldo asked.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Well, odd numbers are on the right, and evens on the left, from what we've seen already. It's the only logical conclusion," I replied, looking up at him. Did I mention that he was close to a head taller than me?

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He cocked his head. "Good point."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I shrugged. "Logic." We reached Dorm 154. "Well, I guess this is where we part for the night."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Nodding, he said, "Yep. See you tomorrow?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "For lunch, probably."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Cool."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I smiled at him as he turned and closed the door to his dormitory.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; And in the brief second before the door closed?

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Well, I think I saw him smile back.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I turned and walked another door down and used my key card to unlock the door to my dorm. I stepped in and closed the door quietly, locking it again behind me. I could immediately see that Xavier set the dorms up as double-ups, which, for those of you who don't know, means you share the room with someone else. The first room was what you'd expect of a living room: a flatscreen TV with a few game consoles, a couch, a few bean bags, and a small kitchen-like area in the right corner next to the door, if you ever wanted to eat a meal at your dorm. There was another door on the right side of the room, also next to the kitchen, which probably led to the bedroom. There was a door almost exactly opposite the bedroom door on the left wall, which I assumed led to the bathroom, which had a shower, a sink, and a toilet, plus a little moving space with nothing in it.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I laughed--very quietly, because it _was_ possible that there was someone sleeping in the bedroom. Walking across the carpeted floor, I put my hand on the handle and slowly turned, opening the oiled hinges without a creak. What--or rather, who--I saw sitting on the bed on the right nearly gave me a done good heart attack.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Seje?" I gasped.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "The one and only," he replied, smiling. "When I found out that you were my dorm partner I nearly flipped."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Jesus, man," I said, "you almost gave me a seizure."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Well, good thing I didn't."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "So," I said. "Swimming."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He smiled. "Yo. How're you barking?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Pretty pole vaulting, how about you?" I managed to answer, before exploding into laughter. It was an old joke between us. We'd use sports or actions that usually aren't used for greetings/questions as exactly that. "But seriously, I haven't seen you since...what was it, fifth grade?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "That's it," he agreed. "So good to see you again!"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Same," I said.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Awesomesauce!"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I can see you never stopped with your weird words." I laughed, remembering how he used to always twist a word in every sentence so that it sounded similar, but at the same time completely different.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I kind of did, actually. People started making fun of me for it, so I stopped."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Jesus, man. I told you then, and I'll tell you now, I don't give a damn about what other people think, and neither should you, if it's something bad about you." Then I shook my head. "That was phrased _terribly_, but you follow?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yeah," Seje said.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I laughed. "When I first met you, you seemed like the type of person who would never let other people drag you down."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Seje smiled up at me. "I was. Not so much anymore." He sighed. "This game has broken my façade."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He stood up. "Seje?" I said quietly. He looked at me. I quickly drew back my fist and hit him across the face, hard enough to make him fall to the ground. "Seje," I repeated, now holding out my hand.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Seje took it and allowed me to help him up. "Thanks," he said, rubbing the spot where I had hit him. "I needed that."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Of course," I laughed. "Anything for an old friend." What I'd done is knocked that mindset out of him.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Well, I need to get to bed." He yawned. "This is definitely too late for me."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I laughed again. "You always were the 'Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise' type... Alright, I'll let you go to bed. I have to brush my teeth, at least. Maybe take a quick shower."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Alright," Seje said. "Just make sure to lock _both_ doors. We share the bathroom with 154."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oh?" I said. "That'll be interesting. By tomorrow morning or night I'll probably have forgotten about it. Don't remind me, though; I want to see the reactions of who is in there. I met one of them on the way here: he was on the plane with me, and we ended up becoming...well, buddies, I guess."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He smiled. "I would ask to be in there with you when it happens, but I'm not sure I want to be."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I laughed. "No, you do not."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "G-night," he said, crawling up in his bed and pulling the covers over him.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "G-night," I said back, but he was already asleep. I smiled a little and turned to get my bags, unpack and clean up.

**Well, quite an unexpected ending! Colton goes to college and realizes that he has double-upped with an old elementary school friend! And who is this mysterious 'Renaldo'? Let me know what you think in the comments below!**

**Many thanks to The Bloody Seje for letting me use his character 'Seje'.**

**I'll see you guys next time!**

**Momentine!**

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