Insomniacs (#1)

65. brother

three pov's for this one. good luck and hi to new readers <33

M A Y
One month until graduation.

If I don't calm myself down, I might literally bounce off this fucking chair. Or Lana's gonna assume I need a piss pretty bad.

She sat in front of me and looked through a couple of my files. She'd seen them before, this wasn't the first time we'd met by now. As I watched her and the glass windows behind her showcasing the city, I hadn't realised her blue eyes flicked down to my legs that were bouncing. Only until she met my eyes.

"Do you need to-"

"No." I pinched my eyes shut of embarrassment and she chuckled. She shut the file in front of her and clasped her hands on the glass desk.

"I won't be long." She smiled.

Keep it togeth-

"I wanted to meet with you to inform you of your acceptance. Congratulations." She smiled wide.

I blinked back at her and I'm pretty sure a few minutes passed of me just staring back for her to grow uncomfortable. She cleared her throat and I quickly snapped out of it, shaking my head.

"Sorry, what?"

"You're in. You'll start in the fall, Ms Romano." She chuckled, "I believe there's something special in you. Something that would be an asset to us and the world you are soon to explore."

"I'm...in?" I narrowed my eyes.

"What's the skepticism for? You are in." She reached over to clasp my hands, "And don't you dare be surprised. You have worked your ass off for this. I've never seen so much will in someone so young."

"I'm in." I repeated.

It was too surreal.

This was the outcome I'd been waiting on for months, striving for day and night as I studied and worked to get here. I'd been so drained recently that I honestly considered giving up. I didn't think we'd be able to save up enough for New York and when I hadn't heard from Lana in a while, my hopes faltered.

But I was sitting here and I had earned the thing I has worked so fucking hard for and was proud of myself, an emotion I never usually let myself feel. Proud for getting through my shit. For not letting it drag me down.

And I'm in.

I wanted to squeal. I don't think I've ever squealed but right now I wouldn't mind pulling a Valencia and shrieking my lungs out at any sort of good news.

Do. Not. Squeal. Tamper down the Valencia.

I did however let myself smile and continuously thanked Lana who'd wrapped me up in a big hug. I didn't even tense at the touch but hugged her back tighter. A heavy weight had been lifted off my chest and I didn't want to shout it from a rooftop or call my mum or anything of the sort.

I wanted to find Lu Hernandez, tackle the hell out of him and kiss him until I was dizzy. Because god, he'd been my fucking rock.

I would not be here if it was not for him. And I mean that in so many different ways, deeper than he'll ever truly know. But especially recently, in terms of coping with this all.

Every time I'd start to break down from the stress of expenses, he'd be right there to hold me. You're a fighter. You always have been. He'd drilled those seven words into my mind these past months.

Every time I'd barely make it to the car from fatigue, he'd take care of me. Because when I'd wake up in the morning, I was tucked up into my bed and a sticky note was on my forehead. Some note or another telling me he'll see me soon.