Page 41 of Palm South University: Season 2

Clinton rolls his eyes. “Oh God, he’s going toloveyou. I’m sorry in advance for the inappropriate comments he’s guaranteed to make. Kid just started going through puberty and can’t help himself.”

I laugh. “So, don’t hate me, but I won’t be at the Fratalina Wine Mixer tomorrow.”

“What?!”

I cringe. “I know, I’m sorry. This tournament isn’t over until Sunday.”

“Damnit, Skyler. It’s the fucking Fratalina Wine Mixer!” he screams, exaggerating the words like the guys in Step Brothers where the event idea originated from. It’s one of the best parties during spring semester and I’m more bummed than I admit to miss it.

“I’ll make up for it. Promise. I’m not doing anything poker related at all during Spring Break.”

“Fine. I’m making you do a beer bong as soon as we get there.”

Laughing, I extend my hand and he shakes it firmly. “Deal.”

My smile stays intact as I stare at my best friend who I can always count on — no matter the situation. There aren’t many people in this world I can be completely honest with. Tugging the covers with me, I bury myself in his chest and squeeze him tight. He abandons his coffee on the table and wraps both arms around me, pulling me in as close as he can.

“Bear hugs really are the best,” I say with a sigh.

“Good thing you have them available whenever you need them.”

“Always?”

He smiles, giving me a noogie as I squirm against his firm grip.

“Always.”