"You're crazy."
I was laughing at James as we sat on the front porch of our house. It was Saturday again and classes over this week had been the same as usual, but those days have been different for me. Riding the bus was a given and not having my daily ride with James was another. I really now both miss the two things in my life: Belle, and the drive with James.
James had just told me a weird childhood memory he had about scavenger hunting. We were both trying to out c***k the other with our own silly experiences from our childhood, but as of now, James seems to win the deal. He really is good with funny memories.
"How old are you now, anyway?" I asked anxiously when I finally had the chance to speak after laughing so hard. "You seemed to have been in much crazier adventures than I did
