POSSESSION: Hate Me

Jamie paced the small dorm room, bare feet making light sounds the wooden floor. This would be the last time he would be in here.

Finally.

Boxes lay open on the floor as both he and his best friend, Lucas, stuffed their belongings into them. His red hair was mussed, freckles scattered across his cheeks, and his greenish eyes were alive with mischief.

“Lucas, I’m telling you, this trip is non-negotiable.”

Lucas, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a book, he gently placed in a nearly full book, glanced over the rim of his glasses. His blond hair caught the afternoon light, stormy blue eyes but always so calm , small mole beneath his right eye lending him a thoughtful air.

 “Jamie, we just graduated. We need to look for jobs not plan trips?”

Jamie stopped mid-step, hands on his hips, and grinned crazily. Lucas sighed.

“Jobs? Who needs that anyways. Listen three months in Italy before we start corporate life, before we’re chained to emails and meetings and… and spreadsheets.” He flopped onto the floor beside Lucas, nudging him with his shoulder. “You remember what spreadsheets feel like, right? The soul-crushing kind?”

Lucas raised an eyebrow but didn’t reply. He picked up another book slowly, letting it cover rest in his lap.

 “I remember. And I also remember you nearly setting your laptop on fire with that ‘study snack.’”

Jamie laughed, head tipping back, hair falling over exposing his forehead.

“Minor detail. The point is, we’ve been grinding for four years straight and with no breaks, no real fun. And you know what? I am not leaving this city without tasting some real adventure first.”

Lucas tilted his head, faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Adventure? You mean likely getting us arrested with your drunk driving.”

Jamie pouted

. “THAT WAS ONE TIME!!! Besides we have saved for this trip for years why are you backing out now?”

Lucas shook his head but couldn’t hide his fondness for his friend

 “Of all places you chose Italy?”

Jamie raised a point finger as if to make a point

 “ Specifically Sicily, a lot of beaches in between.  Cheap hotels, local food, maximum experience.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “I promise, it is like  nothing we’ve ever done. And I swear, I’ll even try not to get us lost—or arrested.”

Lucas chuckled softly, closing his eyes for a moment. “And you’re sure about this timing? Flights, accommodation, jobs waiting… what about interviews?”

Jamie waved a hand dismissively, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet again. “Interviews can wait. We’ve earned this. Look, three months of pure freedom before life sucks us dry. That’s all I’m asking.”

Lucas leaned back, arms crossed, scanning Jamie’s expressive face—the freckles, the mischievous grin, the energy that seemed to hum even when he was still. Jamie always had this way of filling a room with chaos and charm at once. Quiet people like Lucas were supposed to resist chaos. But there was something magnetic about Jamie that made resistance… difficult.

Jamie caught Lucas watching him and grinned wider.

“You know you want to. You’re thinking about it. Don’t lie.”

Lucas’s lips twitched, but he shook his head. “I’m considering it. But it feels…. I don’t even know if I’m ready for three months away from everything I know.”

Jamie scooted closer, resting his elbow on Lucas’s shoulder. “Exactly why we need it. We have been living in books and libraries and labs for the past four years. You need… the world. And me. I’m part of the package, whether you like it or not.”

Lucas raised an eyebrow, a small smile now fully forming. “You’re terrible at convincing me.”

Jamie leaned back dramatically, flipping his hair out of his eyes. “Terrible? You love me”

Lucas sighed, closing his eyes. “I… suppose a short trip wouldn’t hurt.”

Jamie leapt to his feet, hair bouncing, eyes sparkling. “You’ll thank me later, trust me.”

Lucas watched him pacing again, the familiar impulsive energy, the way Jamie’s hands waved dramatically as he talked, the way he seemed half chaotic, half brilliant. There was no arguing with it. He closed his eyes, letting the thought settle. “Fine. three months.”

Jamie whooped, spinning in a small circle, nearly colliding with the coffee table. “Two months! Yes! I knew you’d see sense eventually!” He flopped back onto the floor, nudging Lucas with an elbow. “Pack light. Bring sunscreen. And don’t forget your hat this time—you burn faster than when I fry and egg.”

Lucas smirked, shaking his head. “I suppose I should be grateful you’re organized about something.”

Jamie laughed, leaning over to nudge him again, then flopped back dramatically, staring at the ceiling. “

Lucas studied him for a long moment, taking in Jamie’s freckled face, tousled red hair, the way his greenish eyes always seemed to dance with mischief and unreadable emotion. He didn’t admit it, but he was looking forward to it—the chaos, the impulsiveness, the freedom Jamie promised. They met at the beginning of freshman year and have been inseparable ever since.

Outside, the Pacific shimmered under the late afternoon sun. The air smelled of salt and eucalyptus, and the world felt vast and waiting. Jamie tapped Lucas lightly on the shoulder. “Come on, Luke. Let’s start this adventure before adulthood crushes us completely.”

Lucas finally laughed, shaking his head, a reluctant but genuine smile on his face. “You’re impossible.”

Jamie just beamed. “Exactly why you love me.”