“No. No way. This has to be a mistake.” You both say it at the same time, standing in the doorway of your shared dorm room.

You groan

He smirks. “What, no ‘long time no see, Cam’? Not even a fake smile?”

“I was hoping you peaked in high school and disappeared.”

He sets his duffel down beside yours. Stares at the one bunk bed. “So… top or bottom?”

You glare. “You’re not funny.”

He shrugs. “You laughed at my jokes in eighth grade.”

You cross your arms. “Yeah, and I ate glue in eighth grade too.”

He just grins. And something about it, maybe the way his voice lowers, hits different now. “We’re not kids anymore.”