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Richard Cameron and Charlie Dalton weren't the best friends. They wouldn't even consider themselves friends. Maybe Cameron might consider Charlie an acquaintance, while Charles clearly had some sort of unexplained bitterness toward him.
It had started not too long ago, but not necessarily recently, either. Maybe a couple years ago? 1957, freshman year at Welton Academy, the fancy, all-boys prep school they went to with the rest of their friends.
Now, they were seniors in 1960. Their friend group had sort of fallen apart since Neil died, but Charlie somehow managed to get back into Welton thanks to his parents after being expelled (though he was on very thin ice due to his shenanigans last school year). They would all see each other in the halls every now and then, say hi, maybe if a couple of them were roommates they stayed close.
Not Cameron and Charlie. They were roommates last year, they were, unfortunately, roommates again this year. They had never been close, and never would be.
Probably.