“I don’t get it,” Cameron said, carefully folding shirts to place into the trunk on his bed. “Why not take the scholarship you got offered?”
“It’s the wrong school,” Ferris said blithely, pulling socks out of Cameron’s drawer and tossing them into the trunk without bothering to ensure that the pairs stayed together. “You’re not going there.”
“That’s what I don’t get,” Cameron admitted. “I’ve never gotten it. Why are we friends?” He felt the blush creeping up his neck. “You could have picked anyone in the class to be friends with. Why me?”
“Because,” Ferris said, and kissed him.