Seven months later
"You're here!"
I fly off of the couch I occupy in the common room of New York State University, flinging
myself at one of my best friends.
"Hey Savvy. Miss me?"
He pays my back casually as if he wasn't gone for a whole month.
"How was rehab?" I ask pulling away, glad that everyone here is too busy moving their stuff into
their dorms to listen in.
Grant shrugs and hands off his bag to Bentley who's being used as a pack mule. Rich boy much?
"Eh. Little bit hippy, but a lot a bit cheese burgers. I'll miss the buffet," he tells me sighing
dramatically.
"Oh please. There a buffet here too," I say rolling my eyes. "What's up with your hair?"
The usual black with undone brown roots is now all brown, for once matching the color of his
bushy eyebrows which even lo
