#the thesis is that I wish I was camilla's summer rebound

[ohyoufool]

I know check please is like, jack bitty and kent dot com. BUT. can we hold space for camilla collins marching through the snow back to her apartment the week before christmas after breaking it off with Jack.

Jack, the golden boy, the campus star, dating the blonde tennis star. And for like, two months, she has it all. The heady rush of a new relationship, surprising him after practice with coffee and taking him to dinner to meet her parents in the Hamptons during Thanksgiving. He's aloof, he's always aloof, everyone always says that. But he opens the car door for her and gives her his jacket and sometimes gives her a sweet smile that she knows is just for her. And Camilla knows this isn't a really serious thing, she was just his date to a few dances and they were 'dating' in the loose interpretation of the word -- but she can't help but cry on the walk back, because Jack isn't hers, and he won't give himself to anyone. And now it's Christmas, and she's not his, and she knows she won't get a call from him on Christmas, and she knows he won't even think about her.

So she broke it off. Jack didn't seem that upset, either. Like this was just another line change, another event in his life that has been so marked by hockey at every turn. So she walks home and she cries, because Jack isn't hers, he won't ever be, and it was just a short fling that she'll be over by summer and think about the 'what if' implications for the rest of her life.