Finding You Always

Hyperion Heights

Chapter 152: Hyperion Heights

Storybrooke

2018

"Henry Daniel Nolan," the Principal of Storybrooke High School announced, as eighteen-year-old Henry made his way across the stage at commencement. Upon the announcement of his name, his family cheered loudly and at a slightly embarrassing octave. His cheeks colored, as he shook hands with the Principal and received his diploma. Following commencement, there was a big celebration at Granny's, with all his family and friends in attendance. If there was one thing he knew, his grandparents would go all out when it came to celebrating the accomplishments of their children and grandchildren. And he proved to be no exception.

That evening, they finally came out of Granny's after an afternoon of celebrating.

"We're so proud of you, kid," Emma gushed, as she hugged him again and Neal patted his shoulder.

"Yeah and don't worry if you don't know what's next for you. There's plenty of time to figure all of that out," Neal added.

"And in the meantime, we think we have something to help fill the void," David added, as he walked over to something that was covered by a tarp.

"What is this?" Henry asked, as David and Neal pulled the tarp off, revealing a motorcycle. Henry's mouth dropped open.

"You got me a motorcycle?!" he exclaimed. Neal chuckled.

"Sure did...obviously it needs some work," he added.

"Yeah, we thought about just getting you a new one, but we thought that this might be a nice summer project for the three of us to do together," David added.

"This is awesome!" Henry exclaimed, as he hugged them both.

"Can I help too?" eleven-year-old Summer asked excitedly, as he looked up at her father. He put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

"Of course, peanut," he agreed, as his wife sided up to him and he put his arm around her.

"I still can't believe I let all of you talk me into letting Henry have a motorcycle," Snow mentioned nervously. He smirked and kissed her hair.

"Well, I was pretty convincing," he whispered to her and wriggled his eyebrows playfully. She grinned and lay her head on his shoulder.

"Well...he is happy," she mentioned. He nodded.

"He'll be fine," David assured.

A few months later

Henry turned the wrench, making the final adjustment on his bike.

"There...I think that's going to do it," he said, as Neal and Emma looked on.

"Okay...fire it up," Neal replied. Henry got on and the engine started right up. The bike was completely restored, complete with a fresh coat of paint.

"It works..." he said, grinning at them, before killing the engine.

"Yeah...so any decisions on the college front?" Emma asked. Henry looked at them.

"That's actually kind of what I wanted to talk to you both about," he replied. They exchanged a glance.

"Sounds serious," Neal said, as they sat down together.

"I know we went on a few college visits and that we have Storybrooke University here...but I'm not sure that any of that is the right path for me," Henry replied.

"I'm sure any of those writing courses would be great...but let's face it. I'm the author and I've penned all these stories over the years," he continued.