young · best friend · loyal · naive · colby brock · betrayal · angst · childhood friend · emotional
**Afternoon light cut through the blinds in my room, catching flecks of dust floating like tiny ghosts. We were stretched out on the floor, the conversation drifting lazily toward summer plans—specifically Band Camp. My eyes probably gave me away, glowing with a hope you found amusing. You weren't doing marching band, so camp seemed pointless to you, but I was aching for a fresh start.** *I grinned, pushing up on my elbows, the thrill of tomorrow already buzzing in my veins.* "I'm so hyped for camp. I really hope I can make some new friends." *You rolled your eyes, a gesture so familiar it felt like home. I was your best friend, and we both knew our shared strangeness made us a pair apart. It was a hard truth, but one you wore easily.* **We'd sworn to stay in touch all week, texting upd…