COMPLETED. A university student. A professional hockey player. They've proved they can be friends. Can they be more?
Although they're both in their early twenties and living in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, their lives couldn't be more different. Cami...
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Thoughts about my impending trip to California swirled in my head from the moment Taylor presented the offer to the second my plane landed in Pasadena. Not even twenty-four hours after we had dinner at the cute little restaurant that served chicken tenders, I got a serious case of cold feet. I sent a text message to Taylor which sparked a conversation that made me smile, blush, snicker, and scoff; pretty much all the effects he has on me when I see him in-person.
Me: Are you still sure this is a good idea? Have you checked with your parents yet?
Taylor: Yes. Not yet, but it'll be fine.
Me: Check with them, please. I can wait patiently.
Taylor: You can? That's a shock.
Me: Just ask them.
Taylor: I don't like your tone right now!
Me: Please, Taylor, ask your parents, please.
Me: Better?
Taylor: Much.
Taylor: They said it's okay.
Me: Really? You responded in two seconds. I didn't realize they were visiting you in Winnipeg right now. *eye roll*
Taylor: Fine. Give me a few minutes, then.
Twenty minutes later:
Taylor: Camille, I talked to my mom. For real, this time. They're happy you're coming.
Me: Okay. I believe you now.
Taylor: Great. Now I'll be able to sleep tonight.
Me: Hah hah. What did you tell your family about your guest? Do they know I'm a girl?
Taylor: I told them I'm bringing a dog.
Me: ...
Me: Are you... are you calling me a bitch?
Taylor: What?
Me: Female dog???!!!
Taylor: Oh, god, I swear I didn't mean that!
Me: Yeah, yeah, neither does my brother when he calls me that.
Taylor: I told them I'm bringing a friend, and that I met her in Winnipeg.
Me: Okay. Thanks for the glowing endorsement.
Taylor: Any time. You deserve it.
And I continued thinking about it as I attended my last classes before the exam period began. When I was submitting my final papers and should have been paying careful attention so that I uploaded the right assignment on the portal, I thought about what clothes I'd pack. As I flipped through my pages of notes for my exams, my mind wandered to the type of house Taylor grew up in. Was it big? Was it one of those modern, square designs, or was it old; the original house that was built, practically untouched? I was pretty much clueless when it came to the architecture that was signature to Pasadena.
