He reached out and tugged on the end of her braid as she suggested it, knowing that it was one of the few ways he could show his affection without causing a scene. He'd done it before they'd admitted their mutual affection as a way of greeting and teasing, and every single one of their friends had witnessed it before. "You'll regret telling me that," he said, twirling the pink ends around his finger before letting fall back over her shoulder.
Other students began to arrive a the time, so Cameron made sure he was positioned at an appropriate distance from her. It wasn't against the rules to be alone while waiting for class, but it was frowned upon to be so close together. He knew he'd mentioned the list to her before, but it was this summer that he'd added to it for the first time since he was a third year. The year gap between their friendship had left a lot to be learned, especially now that they were getting older.
"I try to. You know how bad I am at remembering stuff," he said, shrugging as if it were no big deal. He had most of the colors down now: blue for sad, yellow and pink for happy, a deeper shade of pink for embarrassment or affection, green for envy. There were other colors that he'd seen before that he hadn't yet assigned a specific emotion to, but it seemed redundant now that she could change her hair according to her whims. "Just the basics. Your birthday. Things you like. Your hair." His gaze dropped and he shrugged again, hoping she didn't think he was weird or creepy.
Other students began to arrive a the time, so Cameron made sure he was positioned at an appropriate distance from her. It wasn't against the rules to be alone while waiting for class, but it was frowned upon to be so close together. He knew he'd mentioned the list to her before, but it was this summer that he'd added to it for the first time since he was a third year. The year gap between their friendship had left a lot to be learned, especially now that they were getting older.
"I try to. You know how bad I am at remembering stuff," he said, shrugging as if it were no big deal. He had most of the colors down now: blue for sad, yellow and pink for happy, a deeper shade of pink for embarrassment or affection, green for envy. There were other colors that he'd seen before that he hadn't yet assigned a specific emotion to, but it seemed redundant now that she could change her hair according to her whims. "Just the basics. Your birthday. Things you like. Your hair." His gaze dropped and he shrugged again, hoping she didn't think he was weird or creepy.
