They agreed it was just physical. No strings, no feelings, no mess. But when you are teammates, roommates and maybe something more. It's only a matter of time before the rules begin to blur.
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"I want a room tour," Paige pleaded. She was hoping to get something embarrassing out of Lana so she could bully the girl back on campus.
"Fine. Only because I know Maddie is going to take ten years to get ready," Lana gave in.
The two girls made their way up the stairs and down the hall where Lana's door had been closed. When she opened the door, Lana realized the room had been left exactly the same as the day she was kicked out. Her old high school basketball shirt lay on the floor of her open closet. Her bed was slightly messy but still cuddling her old stuffed animal, Lucy. It was as if everything was stuck in time.
Paige seemed interested too. Lana stepped back as Paige began roaming around the room. The blonde took notice of the height markings on the door frame and a couple of photos on Lana's desk—her family, old basketball team, hometown friends. She wanted to bring it up, but as she made her way closer to the brunette's desk, she noticed a pamphlet lying on top of the wood.
Conversion Therapy.
She knew Lana's parents were not supportive, but putting brochures about wilderness therapy was a new level. So instead of bringing it up, she decided to ask about the slam posters and the stuffed animal.
"So, did you have, like, a Maya Moore fan account growing up?" Paige asked out of the blue.
"What?" Lana responded a little too quickly.
"No way! You actually did? I was just joking, you know, because of the posters. But the fact that you actually had one makes this ten times better," Paige laughed out loud.
"I have no clue what you're talking about," Lana deflected.
"Come on, I'm not judging," Paige continued, a smirk on her face as she waved her hand dismissively. "Maya Moore is great, but I didn't expect you to be that hardcore into her."
Lana shifted, her face flushing slightly. She hadn't expected Paige to notice those details. The posters? Well, they were something she'd held onto for years. But it wasn't like she was going to tell Paige the full story. Not now.
"I told you," Lana said, forcing a laugh, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Paige leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Right, right. Just a coincidence, huh?"
Lana crossed her arms, looking at Paige with a stern expression. "It's just a bunch of stuff I haven't gotten around to taking down yet. That's all."
Lana got up from the bed and walked to her desk, reminiscing through the nostalgia she'd felt as she looked at her old photos. But something caught her eye—a conversion therapy pamphlet.
Suddenly, all she could feel was the burning in her cheeks. Paige hadn't seen it, right?
She turned back to face Paige before she looked suspicious. "I can't wait to see your childhood room and torment you," Lana spoke rather quickly, a faux smirk on her face.
