The sound of pills hitting the glass jar reverberated in the quiet bathroom. I closed the cap tightly and returned the bottle to the cabinet. Faint voices filled with excitement could be heard from downstairs. Emory? Certainly. Tinsley, perhaps? And a gentle whisper that must be Noelle. My stomach churned - my Colorado friends, here in Texas?
A delighted grin spread across my face as I dashed through my room and barged into Chandler's room first. "Good morning, sleepyhead," I sang out, narrowly avoiding a pillow thrown in my direction. Next was Stetson's room. "There's a surprise downstairs!" I declared, only to be met with a grumpy groan. However, a familiar giggle soon emanated from behind the door. "Noelle?" Stetson exclaimed, sitting up in bed and searching for a shirt amidst the crum
