I walked slowly down the sidewalk, supporting most of Cameron’s weight. He was beaten up pretty bad but, it didn’t take long to get to my house. It also helped that my mom wasn’t home either. I set Cameron on the couch inside and then went to get first aid stuff.

When I came back, Cameron was staring strangely. “What?â€? I asked.

“You’re limping.â€? He told me sourly while grabbing the ice. At least one hand seemed like it could still work.

“Na uh. I’m fine. Its yourself you should be worrying about.â€? I got more ice and started to bandage him up.

“What happened with Dash?â€? he asked weakly, closing his eyes.

I sighed, not answering him. It was still so weird to me.

“Anna?â€?

“He stuck up for me when Emmett … you know.â€?

“He hit you. Say it out loud.â€?

I looked down at the carpet. “Saying it out loud makes it more real. Can we just drop it for tonight?â€?

“Yeah, I guess.â€?

There was an awkward silence that followed until I asked—thinking of us as friends of course—“Cameron, do you want to stay the night?â€?