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Chapter 7: "Enjoy Your Flight!"

"I don't know!" I exclaimed into the phone, trying to hold back all the tears that were raising to my throat.

"Sonja." He sighed. I couldn't tell if he was more pissed or upset. I mean I did wake him up at 1 in the morning, but I sorta figured this was more important than his sleep.

"Tucker, you do realize there's only one thing I can do right?" I croaked, surprised by my own words. I bit my lip to contain the choked sob that clogged my throat.

"Yeah." He said. I heard a faint sniffle on the other side of the line and I suddenly realized how much this would affect not just me, but him as well.

"There's a flight tomorrow at 10." I whispered, scared of my own words. I tensed, preparing for his response.

"No Sonja!" He sounded desperate. "That's not enough time!"

"It's the only one for the next two weeks, Tucker." I contradicted against my will. I agreed, 7 hours wasn't enough time before I left the U.S and Tucker for god knows how long. I had everything I could ever want here. The best boyfriend ever, tons of new and old friends close by, a perfect job location, everything. I let out the sob I was holding in and began to cry. The tears pouring down my face were more like waterfalls. I didn't care if my mascara ran down my face along with the tears, I just let it all out. Everything.

"I'm coming over." He said and ended the call. I threw my phone into one of the chairs and curled up into a small ball on the couch. It wasn't a minute later when Tucker walked in the door. I hopped up of the couch and ran to him. I jumped up, wrapped my arms around his neck and smashed our lips together. He responded almost immediately, kissing me back with just as much passion I was putting in. Our tongues explored each other mouths curiously. Only when we absolutely had to, we split our lips for a moment to take a breath. I ran my fingers through his hair and he gripped my waist tightly, almost as if he was afraid to let go. When we both broke away for good, which was quite a few minutes later, I buried my face in his chest.

"I love you." I said, my voice muffled.

"I love you too." He said, hugging me and stroking my hair gently.

I love you too.

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I awoke the next morning in my bed, just like any other morning. I bolted up and grabbed the sheets, sweat pouring down my head.

Was it just a dream?

I flung the sheets away from my bare legs and ran downstairs. For a moment every bit of stress drained from my body, but all of that suddenly came to a abrupt halt. There stood Tucker in the middle of the kitchen, a forlorn look on his face. And there on the counter sat the ginormous bill, as taunting as ever. I sighed and walked into the kitchen myself. I crept up behind Tucker and wrapped my arms around his torso, burying my head in his back.

"Morning." I whispered.

"Morning." He replied, turning around to face me. He bit his lip. "I hate to ask this, but are you packed?" I gulped, remembering the boxes and suitcase in my room, then began to wonder how I could have ever thought this horrible reality was a dream.

"Yeah."

"Well it's almost 8:30, you probably need to get ready." He said simply. I could see the upset look on his face, he didn't want this any more than I did. But he was being reasonable. If I had to move back to Canada, then it was probably the best for both of our sanities that we tried to move things along before I chicken out and land in more debt than I'm already in.

I dragged my feet back up the stairs, quickly got dressed and put on some makeup. When I came walked back into my room from the bathroom, Tucker had already carried all the boxes downstairs as well as taking the sheets off my bed, so I grabbed the suitcase and stared around my empty room.