But forever lasted just a couple of seconds because Jeremy’s roommate, Aaron, busted into the apartment, talking about it was too dark in there and turning on the bright overhead lights. By the time he realized Jeremy and I were there together, we were on opposite ends of the futon.

When Aaron had asked, “What’s up with y’all,” I’d looked at Jeremy, he looked at me, and then both of us cracked up. Not sure why, but we had a fit of giggles that wouldn’t stop. It didn’t bother Aaron; he grabbed a Coke and sat in the living room with us until Jeremy got a call from Reverend Lewis. Of course, he’d wanted to take the call. Of course, he wanted to know if there was news.

“What’s got you smiling like that?”

I had to blink a few times to bring myself back from yesterday.

“You’re grinning like you just won the lottery,” my best girl friend, Dru said as she slid into the chair across the table. Her smile was bright, exactly like it was the first day I’d met her when I’d stepped onto Xavier’s campus and found out that she was my roommate. She’d told me that in high school, friends had called her Sunshine and I got it. Because everything about her shined like the sun — from her thousand-watt smile to her sun-kissed complexion, which was almost exactly the color of her hair.

People often said we were twins, which always made us laugh out loud. Yeah, our complexions and our hair coloring were close, but that height thing — Dru had to stand on her tiptoes to measure five feet and I could reach for items on the top shelf of any cabinet.

"So, did we win the lotto or what?" she asked when I didn't respond.

I wanted to tell Dru that I kinda felt like I had won. I wanted to jump up and dance, but all I did was grab my books, stuff them into my bag and say, “Come on. I got something to tell you.”

“Ooooh...you don’t have to tell me twice.” She popped out of her chair and then both of us speed-walked out of the library.

*****

"So hold up,” Dru said. “Are you telling me you’re gonna be a First Lady?” Before I could respond, she dumped her backpack onto the ground and danced, doing some kind of shoulder-shimmying two-step in a circle around me. “You’re gonna be a First Lady. You’re gonna be a First Lady.”

I stopped moving because she was making me dizzy. “Really? So what? Are we in fifth grade now?”

She laughed as she grabbed her bag from the grass and we continued our stroll across campus to our dorm. “I'm just saying.” But then as if she had a serious thought, her laughter stopped. “Wait. How are we gonna go to a Kappa party when you’re a First Lady?” She frowned as if she was asking me a serious question. Then, she shrugged. “Guess I’ll just have to find someone else to roll with.”