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Chapter 13 - Going Back Home

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I was between a rock and a wall.

Or a rock and a hard place... whatever it is that people use.
You know that popular phrase those Americans use instead of actually saying they don't know what to do in a situation? That's what I mean.

It's been over two months and I still haven't given Louis an answer. An answer I've been thinking about for the past three—almost four months, deciding whether or not I want us to start dating. Well, maybe not exactly dating? Taking things slow, I guess...?

The thing that's been holding me back is my plan for the future: going back to France and following my dream, to become an artist.

But geez, how do I even put this into words? I don't want us to get even closer to each other or becoming boyfriend-girlfriend when I'll be going back home because, I'll get too attached. And I've always been afraid of getting too attached, because it never works out in the end—from what I've seen and experienced. Even from friends.

What I'm saying is, I feel like our relationship would be difficult with me being all the way in France and Louis being over here in London. Clearly, it would have to be a long-distance relationship. Those never turn out well. And that's what I'm afraid of.

But the more I think about it, the more I realize that we already are extremely close with our platonic-like relationship. It could still be difficult either way.

Now that is exactly why I'm having a dilemma. You may understand a lot more now, I know, it's confusing and complicated. Stupid at the same time as well.

I need to clear my mind, take a break.

Speaking of which, I'm off of school for two weeks since it's my Spring Break! I can't believe I forgot all about that.

But now is the perfect time to do whatever I want, so it's time to write down some ideas.

Pulling my notebook and a pen out, I set it down on my desk before writing down a few things—turning it into a whole bucket-list.

After some time, I pause in the middle of writing as my mind clicks with something I hadn't thought of before.

Very out-of-the-blue, yet a very good idea.

What if I go to France? Back home?

I could definitely do that... go back home for half of my Spring Break, by myself, it would be so nice.

"Screw this, I'm going to France." I mutter to myself, scribbling over my paper and grabbing my laptop.

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After almost 20 minutes, I finished booking my flight to go back home. For a last-minute traveler, it wasn't very difficult; mostly because all the window seats were available. I didn't mind sitting next to the window at all, I never do, it's my favorite seat of all time.

I leave in two days.

Well, that was quick. Very much out-of-the-blue. I can't believe I just did that! And without... telling anyone?

Closing my laptop, I go downstairs to see my dad sitting on the couch watching basketball. Typical Robert.

"Hey dad," I sit down next to him and childishly smile at him. "So, you know how my spring break started?"

He presses his lips together and shakes his head. "I don't believe so, but you're telling me it's spring already? How did I not know?" He puts the television volume down and sits up.