BOOK TWO: TAILGATES & HEARTACHES, LOCALS #2
I turn off my playlist opting instead for random radio stations as background noise. The three-hour drive seems longer tonight. My thoughts fly all over the place—I contemplate my past, my present, and my future. I haven't heard a lyric of any songs since they started over an hour ago when I left Athens.
I struggle to process every interaction with Hamilton earlier this evening. My best friend since eighth grade seemed to be much more tonight. I wonder if our friends noticed, and what did he really mean when he said goodbye and I love you?
Did he mean 'I love you best friend'? Or like his extra touches and closeness all evening was he sending me a message? Were we still best friends or are we becoming more?
Once the shock of Hamilton atte
