With Sophia we were heading to my house's entrance, her mom came to pick her up. After a few moments of walking I turned around to find Sophia staring at me, she gave me a sincere smile and her beautiful blue eyes were full of emotions; probably because this was my last day. I gave her a weak smile hoping she wouldn't see how sad I was. Like always, she had seen it was a fake smile and immediately hugged me when we reached the door. I hugged her and held on to her as if this was the last time I would see her, of course it wasn't but we didn't know when we would see each other again. My parents were still discussing whether my mom would come to London for Christmas or if I was to come to Boston, in that case I would be able to see Sophia and my mother in four months since it was already August.
"I'm going to miss you so damn much!" Sophia whispered and I could almost see her tears that were about to come out.
"You have no idea how much I'm going to miss you, this is not a goodbye Soph, there are many memories to come, I promise," I barely managed to say those words and soon started to cry silently. I didn't want to pull apart; I wanted that hug to last forever.
"Hey, it will be okay I promise, you will have your father by your side. You haven't lived with him for a year and you will be able to spend quality time with him, you've only seen each other for spring break when you met at The Bahamas. Don't go crazy-rebellious teenager on him just because you have to spend your last year of high school at London. Be strong and try to focus on the positive outcomes. I'm always a call away and hopefully we will see each other for Christmas!" Sophia was trying to console me, she was making me look at the bigger picture and I knew she was right. There are always good things, one simply has to look carefully and seize the moment.
"Also, you could meet a handsome British boy who will finally make you fall in love!" Sophia added cheerfully.
"Oh my God, not this again," neither of us could contain our laughter and ended up giggling like stupid teenage girls.
"You could meet a beautiful, caring and handsome boy who could steal your first kiss and make you swoon and who knows maybe take you to bed!" she whispered that last part, so only I was able to hear if anyone else was near.
I smacked her arm and pretended to look offended, but ended up laughing hysterically with my best friend. This is why I loved her; she was optimistic, caring and fun, always looking out for her dear ones and always there for you. She was beautiful, with her piercing blue eyes and dark brown hair, and she had a charming smile. We were quite the opposite, I had light brown hair that sometimes looked cherry blonde, and my eyes are light brown that were somehow like honey.
I didn't want her mother to arrive to pick her up, I wanted to stay with her and maybe wake up from this twisted dreams. But as if destiny was playing a sick game with me, we heard a honking noise that meant her mother had arrived. We said our final goodbyes before she left and promised her to call her at the airport and when I arrived at London.
"Go to sleep early and remember to call me, love you!" she said when her mother rolled down her window, waved and blew a kiss to me, Mrs. Gray and Sophia are both so sweet, no wonder they are mother and daughter.
"Yes, I promise and I love even more. And since when did you become the mom, I have always been the one taking care of us," we laughed and hugged one last time before she left and jumped inside her car. I waved goodbye to her and saw her car drive off before I closed the door.
This was going to be a hell of ride, so many emotions, and many things could happen and I was feeling as anxious as ever. Way to go parents, this was a great way to start my senior year. Can you sense my sarcasm?
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RomanceChloé Kavanagh born and raised in the U.S. has to move to London to live with her dad for her last year at high school before deciding where to head for college or university. Growing up with her divorced parents and being an only child, she always...