Flash forward Camille and Dean had packed up and moved there things to Yale. For now they were going to live in the dorms until they settled and found their own place.
Dean was already expecting who his roommates would be, so when he met him again he tried not to act so non-chalant.
Scott stepped through the door. "Hello, I'm Scott."
Dean shook his extended hand. "Hey, I'm Dean."
"I like that name, where you from?"
"New Jersey, Cape May."
"Oh shit really, that's cool, I have family in New Jersey."
Dean laughed.
He was a little relieved though when Scott excused himself from the dorm. It would be nice to unpack in silence.
The nice thing about this dorm was that there were separate bedrooms. Dean remembered that about before when Scott had finally confronted him about being like a hobbit in that room all the time.
After about a half hour Dean had unpacked. He took his phone off the charger and eagerly texted Camille. He knew since she was such a perfectionist, she may have taken longer than him.
A few minutes later she had replied. Dean hurriedly left the door shutting his door and dropping his key in his pocket. Before he knew it he was infront of Camille's door.
He knocked and a redhead with freckles and glasses opened the door. She stood for a few seconds and then asked, "Who are you."
Dean shook his head. "Sorry, I'm Dean, Camille's boyfrie- fiancé."
The girl nodded and then widened the door.
"She's in her room, fixing around her books or something."
He stepped into the room and walked to Camille's bedroom knocking on the already opened door.
She turned her head confused as to who was knocking. When she saw him a bright smile erupted on her face and she got up throwing her arms around him.
Dean chuckled.
Camille absentmindedly said, "how did you get here so fast, I didn't even get to show you where I was yet."
Dean laughed nervously, "well I guess I knew your number, just followed the signs in the hallway." Really he got there so fast because he already knew his way around this school.
Camille just nodded her head and turned away finishing putting her books on the little shelf she brought from home.
Dean had stepped out while she changed into something more suitable for walking around outside. It was still summer after all.
Camillle had thrown her hair into a ponytail, and wore a long sleeved shirt with lace sleeves, since they were open it made it breathable. She paired that with high-waisted ripped jeans and white sandals that had bows on top.
They wanted to walk around campus, except Dean would have to act like he hadn't been here before. There was no way he could explain all of this to her. He felt like he eventually would have to. It's been hard keeping it all to himself. He could only hope Camille would believe him.
...
Camille was still going back and forth over the phone with his mother. They brought up ideas for floral pieces, the food, which dresses they should wear, bridesmaids and groomsmen. Camille didn't have many close friends, to be honest Dean didn't either. The wedding was planned for November, when they would go home for Thanksgiving break.
Dean worried that people would perceive their relationship as moving too fast, but he again reminded himself that it didn't matter, in his mind he had already knew Camille for years… and for her, she felt the strong connection they had. The constant need to be around one another.
She was laying on his bed her feet in the air. Dean sat at his desk and typed on the computer. He had recently gotten a pair of blue light glasses to help protect his eyes, his mom had glasses that she wore sometimes.
Dean's eyesight was good, but he didn't want it going downhill now that he would be on a computer all the time.
Dean heard his roommate Scott come back in, and then a few more voices. He assumed he would be "meeting" Jayden, Ray, Jimmy, Isaiah, and Henry. They'd become his friends and he hadn't gotten the chance to know them well before he came back here. Hopefully this time could be different.
Scott knocked on the door. "Dean are you in here?"
"Yeah" he shouted. "Give me a second, I'll be out."
He could hear them resume talking and assumed they all probably sat on the couch talking.
Dean got up and Camille said goodbye on the phone. She slid her sandals back on and Dean grabbed her hand before opening his door. The glasses he had on he pushed onto his head which pulled his hair back, showing off those thick eyebrows and eyelashes framed around green eyes.
Camille admired him silently. Dean had always had a unique look. His mother's Hispanic and his father bi-racial. Dean had taken more of his fathers traits but he did get his mothers wavy hair. Daniella however had gotten her hair from her fathers side. Tight curls.
They had so looked up when Dean and Camille entered the room. Dean shook Scott's hand and then settled down on the couch while he was introduced to the rest. Camille sat next to him.
In turn Dean turned to Camille with a small smile and then said, "This is Camille, my fiancée."
"Oh wow, you wasted no time at all. When you guys get engaged?"
"July" they both responded at the same time. Earning a chuckle from the rest of the guys.
Dean hopped up. "It was nice meeting yall, but we're gonna go out. I'll see y'all later though?"
Scott nodded waving his hand and they all resumed yelling at the fight they were watching.
...
Camille and Dean were at a little cafe in the campus. She seemed to be enjoying herself so naturally Dean was happy as well.
But she asked him a question that he scrambled to find an answer for.
"How do you know your way around campus do well? I mean I had no idea this little cafe tucked away was even here."
Well because everyday for a year he came here and drank his coffee alone wishing she were sitting in front of him. But he would always be slapped in the face with reality when he turned and saw the empty seat.
This time she was here, sitting in front of him.
Dean shrugged. " I don't know, maybe I have a knack for exploration."
Camille rolled her eyes. "Haha you're so funny."
Dean bobbed her on the nose. "That's why you love me." He laughed.
She shook her head smiling back at him.
When it was just the two of them like this it was easy to forget the world around them. He wished it could stay like that. That he could rid all the things plaguing him.