Stoplight partie shall be explained in the chapter if you don't all ready know what they are.

Have fun it's a whole new chapter.

Chapter 2

Part 1

"Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme"

"We should go out just the two of us tonight."

I looked up at Megan from across the breakfast table and she smiled lightly. "Really?"

She nodded. "Of course. I miss you Cam and you'll be busy this entire weekend with your family so this could be my last chance for awhile."

"That would be… that would be so nice Meg. I like Charlie, but I miss my best friend," I replied practically crumbling in happiness.

"We should party like we used to. You know: you go crazy and I spend the entire night making sure you don't do anything stupid," she said smiling at me as I bit into my apple and shoved the rest of my tray away from myself.

"I'm honestly not that bad. There was that one night where I just kind of disappeared for a couple hours but it turns out I'd really just went down to Starbucks to get a latte."

She looked at me funky. "Yeah, who does that?"

Thursday afternoon I heard a knock on my door and swung it open to be greeted by the absolute last person I ever expected.

"Hi Sean, is Charlie here?" Megan asked me quietly standing in my doorway rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.

"Um… no," I said simply.

"Do you know where he is?" she continued delicately and in a small voice.

"Umm… no."

She sighed and stared at me resolutely but still I couldn't help but get the feeling she was intimidated. "Do you know when he'll be back?"

"Um… soon?" I replied slowly realizing my monosyllabic answers and I felt altogether rude. "You can come in and wait," I added softly holding open the door as she slipped through.

"Thanks," she said finally smiling and unraveling her scarf. "It's really cold out there."

I nodded. "It's supposed to snow for the game which sucks."

She took off her jacket and smiled at me. "At least you get to move around. Cameron and I have to sit in the stands freezing our asses off."

I couldn't help it when she said Cameron's name; I winced.

"Yeah so you and Cam really don't get along well," Megan said following me into the living room. "Charlie and I felt so bad after we tried to set you two up last week. We didn't realize you two would… y'know."

I looked at her pointedly. "I kind of don't know, I think. In fact I have no clue what I did to her that seemed to make her so angry."

Megan sighed and sat beside me on the couch. "Cam's funny like that. I mean don't get me wrong you were an ass hole when you first met, but Cam doesn't have the ability to push anything aside. Everything she thinks or feels just bubbles to the surface and she just lets it go."

"Totally unreserved," I muttered and she nodded vigorously.

"Yep that's the perfect way of describing it."

I stood there awkwardly for a second just trying to pull some sort of topic besides Cam out. "So what are you looking for Charlie about?" I asked finally.

She smiled at me. "Cam and I are going to a stoplight party in Stanford tonight so I have to cancel on him."

"Oh you're going to that one," I said simply. "What color are you wearing?"

She shrugged smiling awkwardly, "I was planning on asking Charlie what color he thinks I should wear."

"I'll bet he'll say red," I replied not even bothering to watch her reaction as she blushed.

"Yeah that's what Cam said. I thought maybe yellow, but I guess I was overanalyzing it," she replied rambling quickly. "Cam says she's against the whole system and has chosen purple."

I chuckled for a second picturing her all dressed up, "That's very Cam of her."

"Well thanks for the color help. I'm going to go. Tell Charlie what I said, for me, about tonight," she said grabbing her jacket again after checking her watch quickly and practically rushing through the door.

Not five minutes after she left Charlie came in to find me pulling on a green t-shirt and a jacket.

"Where you going?" he asked without a hello or anything.

"Stanford for a stoplight party," I replied simply.

He grinned. "Green, nice."

I stood looking at him for a second. "Megan says she's busy tonight. You could come with me if you want."

"I'd have to wear red if I went, or would it just be yellow?" he asked confused.

I shrugged. "Hell if I know, I'm not the one in the relationship."

"Red then… no wait, yellow. Red, definitely red. But maybe yellow?" he mumbled to himself until eventually I pulled a red shirt from his pile of laundry and threw it at his face.

"Ah. Red it is then."

"Cam it's so packed here!" Megan yelled at me over the booming speakers as we shoved ourselves into the packed dorm room.

"Megan chill, we'll find ourselves a wall and some sort of tall guy that can block us off," I yelled back over my shoulder.

"If Charlie were here-" she began but I stopped her.

"You said none of that. There are plenty of other tall guys at a party other than Charlie," I said sternly.

She seemed to smile at some thing over my shoulder and then said distractedly, "Like Sean maybe?"

I rolled my eyes. "Let's not go there Meg."

She pointed over my shoulder and I turned to see what had caught her eye. "It seems as if we don't have to they're coming over here."

I couldn't help but drop my chin in shock as Sean and Charlie came through the crowd over to us.

"Fancy meeting you here!" Charlie said smoothly wrapping Megan up in his arms as she squealed like a little girl.

"Nice shirt," Sean said looking me up and down smiling. "I don't think purple is an appropriate color in the stoplight system."

I shook my head. "No that's not true: red implies being in a relationship," I said jerking my head toward Charlie and Megan still giggling beside me before they disappeared into the crowd, "yellow means you're talking to someone, and green," I finished pointing to him, "obviously means you haven't gotten any in a long time and have resorted to desperate measures. I'm none of those, hence the purple."

"No you're wrong. Green also means that maybe you have you eye on a particular person and don't want them getting the wrong ideas about your relationship status," Sean said smiling at me weirdly.

I fell back against the wall and rested against it trying to wipe the image of his dimples from my brain before I opened my eyes again. "Sean do you ever stop for a single second to deflate your ego?" I asked leaning forward again.

He shrugged. "Maybe when I'm around my mother and father, but otherwise I keep it as a protective bubble," he said waving his arms around the space closest to him to indicate a bubble.

I grabbed his hands and pulled them out further from him widening his imaginary bubble. "There, that's closer to its size and I think you should know I'm suffocating here trapped between this wall and you magnanimous ego."

He smiled and pulled his arms back to him. "Okay Cam you think what you want. I'll think what I know to be true."

I cocked my head to the side and just when I was about to reply Frank Rennings came up and patted Sean sturdily on the back. "Hey there Seany-boy, who's this gorgeous girl you're talking to?"

Sean seemed to wince before turning is back on me to face basically the best tight end in all of college football. "Hey Frank," Sean said monotone as Frank smiled and winked at me while pushing his blonde hair from his eyes.

"I'm Frank," Frank said to me stepping forward and extending a hand to me, "and you're way to hot to not be dancing," he added pulling me from my wall as I grabbed his hand.

I blushed. "I know who you are," I replied honestly feeling intimidated as he led me gently across the room and Sean just stood there back at the wall looking confused.

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