(Disclaimer – I don't own the novel Fangirl or any of its characters which are all property of Rainbow Rowell.)
Wren combed through her now shampooed bangs, still feeling hazy from all of the drinks she'd had two nights before at that club with Courtney. The thought had first sprung into her brain about a week ago, and had been on repeat – she missed Cath, the ambitious yet antisocial Cather. She missed her less-than-devious twin sister even if she'd never admit it, not in a million years. She felt a wobbling pang of guilt for choosing Laura over her own sibling.
College was an adventure, that's for sure, but what was the point of an adventure with no one to share it with?
No, that's not true, she assured herself. Courtney and Jandro would always be there for her. Courtney was still snoring on the bed beside her, so Wren jotted down a quick note for her.
Court –
I'm going to the cafeteria to meet up with someone. If I'm not back by the time you wake up carry on without me for the day.
Tying up her combat boots and throwing her purse across her shoulder, Wren was off in a heartbeat, forgetting to lock the door behind her.
She was unusually high on something other than pot – anticipation. She'd texted Cath to meet her at Wren and Courtney's usual table. Running down endless counts of stairs and across the grassy green courtyard Wren finally reached the cafeteria, her boots clicking sharply against the tile. There she was – Wren could see the back of her tight, brunette pony tail, legs crossed on the table's bench, computer propped up on her knees. She could only assume Cath was squinting at her laptop, typing furiously at the keys progressing on her latest chapter of Carry On.
She was. Wren tapped her on the shoulder and sighed with relief when a disconcerted Cath turned but then grinned even wider in return – nerdy glasses, rosy cheeks and all.
Wren craved so badly to divulge to Cath how much she had missed her, but that would make her look desperate… wouldn't it? – or just as pathetic as Cath usually was in terms of twinning, at least.
That was the whole fucking point of having a twin sister though. To never feel alone.
The words slipped from her strawberry gloss covered lips, more quivery than she would've preferred.
"I. Missed. You."