Page 23 of Hailey Goes to College

“And it was toe-curling amazing,” I say, smiling at the memory. “He was so good. It felt like we were really in sync.”

Kelsey squeals and hugs me tightly. “I’m so happy! Ryan’s so nice. You’re perfect together.”

“He really is,” I reply, my heart swelling with affection for him. “I’m just a little nervous about what comes next. It’s all so new.”

Kelsey pulls back, her expression serious. “Take it one step at a time. You guys are clearly into each other, and that’s what matters. Just enjoy the ride. We’re all young and we have plenty of years before we need to do any permanent settling down.”

“Thanks, Kels. I needed to hear that,” I say, feeling a bit more reassured.

She nods, giving me a supportive smile. “Anytime. So, what’s the plan for today?”

I stretch again, feeling the pleasant ache in my muscles. “I think I’m going to take it easy. Maybe do some reading and catch up on sleep. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”

Kelsey laughs. “I bet you didn’t. I’m just glad you had a good time.”

We chat a bit more, and I fill her in on some of the sweeter moments of the night. The way Ryan looked at me, the way he made me laugh, and how natural everything felt between us. It’s comforting to share these details with Kelsey, who listens with genuine interest and joy for me.

After a while, the conversation shifts, and I decide to change the subject. “Hey, are you nervous about the play starting next weekend?”

Kelsey takes a deep breath, her expression turning thoughtful. “Yeah, a bit. It’s my first acting role, and I want to do well. There’s a lot of pressure even with it being a supporting role.”

“You’ll be amazing. I’ve seen you rehearse, and you’re fantastic. Just remember to breathe and enjoy the moment,” I say, giving her a reassuring smile. “Plus you know I’m going to be there cheering you on opening night.”

“Thanks. That means a lot to me,” she replies, looking a bit more relaxed. “I’m trying to focus on the positives and not let the nerves get to me. I’ll feel better knowing you’ll be in the crowd.”

“That’s the spirit. And if you ever need a pep talk, you know where to find me,” I say, giving her a playful nudge.

She pauses for a moment before continuing, “Did I tell you my parents are coming in to see the play?”

I prop up on one of my arms, “No! I had no clue.” Kelsey’s parents have always been supportive but very critical of her. “I’m sure they’ll be proud of you.”

“I hope so.” She sighs. “So midterms.”

I groan. “Don’t remind me. I’m not ready.”

“We’ll figure it out. Study together.”

“Can’t we just have one of those cute little movie montages? We get coffee and fall asleep with a pencil in our hair and then it’s all over and we laugh while eating our weight in fries?”

“If only.”

I stand up and stretch my arms over my head. “Okay. I’m officially awake. Breakfast?”

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“Absolutely. I’m starving,” Kelsey says, jumping off the bed. “Let’s go.”

We head out of the dorm, the morning air crisp and refreshing. As we walk to the dining hall, I can’t keep the smile off my face. I feel happy and giddy and thankful. I think about Kelsey beside me and worry about her parents coming into town. She’s flourishing a lot here at school and I would hate for that to get stifled by her parents. Her parents have been so excited about her being pre-law, I’m frankly surprised that they support her taking part in something that gives her pleasure.

Over breakfast, Kelsey and I chat about everything from classes to weekend plans. She has a way of making even the most daunting tasks seem manageable, and her unwavering support means the world to me. As we finish our meal and head back to the dorm, I feel a renewed sense of determination. With Kelsey by my side and Ryan in my life, I know I can handle whatever comes my way.

A week has passed since that unforgettable night with Ryan, and things have been going well between us. We’ve been spending more time together, and every day brings us closer together. Tonight, though, is all about Kelsey. Opening night of her play is finally here, and I’m determined to be the best friend I can be by showing my support. Ryan knocks on the door, and his smile when I answer is breathtaking.

“You ready for the show?” he asks, offering his arm.

“Absolutely. Kelsey’s been working so hard for this,” I say linking my arm with his.

We walk to the campus theater, the nights are getting colder and colder as we near Thanksgiving break that’s quickly approaching. Once we reach the theater, we make our way past the large crowd in the lobby that is buzzing with excitement, a mix of students, parents, and faculty all eagerly anticipating the performance. As we find our seats, I spot Kelsey’s parents a few rows ahead of us. They seem engrossed in conversation, their expressions a mix of anticipation and seriousness. I decide to wait till after the show to say hello.

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