We all go to the park instead, where there are more people. We just can’t smoke in the park through.

“Hey guys! Why’d yall move?” The real Cammie said with concern in her voice.

“The mimics were there again.” Demy says in a slightly hushed tone.

“Ohhh. Damn. You guy are okay though?” Cammie asked like a worried mother. Then she sat on the little bench we were all sitting on.

“It… was pretending to be you.” I say. I see the color drain from her face as she tries not to look betrayed. 

“Um…” she uttered in a solemn voice.

“It’s okay, we knew right away!” Dem says trying to save the moment. We could all tell she wanted to say sorry a million time for something that was hardly her fault. 

“Uh…! So!” Dem started to gossip. “Do you guys remember Desmond?”

“The weird ginger kid?” I blurt out.

“Yeah!” Dem affirms.

“You mean cantalope.” Cam corrected.

“Yup! He’s dating fucking Fish!”

We collectively gasp. 

Desmond—cantalope because he’s a redhead—was Demy’s ex that cheated on her; and now he’s dating Fiona—fish because she smells like fish—who I dated. They are going to end so badly.

When I come home I’m too tired to do my homework, so I flop onto my bed, then roll into a burrito for maximum comfort.

Zzzzzzzzz…..