POV: BrandonBy Tuesday night, our brains were mush. Actual, real-life oatmeal.Cameron was trying to memorize formulas like his life depended on it, and I was sprawled across his rug, flipping through flashcards that had been dropped, stepped on, and probably cried on at least once.“We need a break,” I said dramatically, letting my head fall back against his floor like the world had personally wronged me.“We need to pass statistics,” he said without looking up.I sat up slowly. “Okay, but counterpoint: pizza.”Cameron blinked at me. “It’s midnight.”“That’s what makes it legendary. Midnight pizza has mystical properties.”He sighed. “You’re exhausting.”“You love me.”“Debatable.”But then he stood, stretched, and pulled on that soft hoodie he always wore when he was giving up on the world. “Fine. One slice.”“Six slices,” I corrected.“Three max.”“We both know you’ll eat four.”He shot me a glare but didn’t argue.I grinned, grabbed my phone, and ordered the greasiest, cheesiest
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