To Find You

3.

* Graduation Day *

Its truly been an amazing four years. Looking around at all the hopeful, terrified and excited faces I see myself. I see my experiences and I see all my hard work. These past four years have been life changing. An absolute nightmare at times but well worth it in the end.

While zoning out, I realise that the valedictorian has stopped speaking and people are now applauding her. I join in a tad bit late but cover it up with a tiny stretch. "Smooth Lexi, real smooth" I think to myself, but I can't stop the giddy feeling I'm getting because in a few moments I will be a graduate.

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I walk up to the podium, collect my degree, shake some hands and head back to my seat. I look over at Jamie, he hasn't gotten his degree yet because his last name begins with a 'W'.

Jamie sees me looking at him and gives me a thumbs-up with a huge smile. I smile back at him and drown out the sound of the announcer until it gets to Jamie's turn and I cheer the loudest as he winks playfully at the crowd and I see the girls around me swoon.

I shake my head and smile, typical Jamie. Then of course, being me, I lean forward and whisper to the girls, " I heard he's gay" and watch the happiness fizzle from their eyes. That was mean I think. "Oh well." My inner me chuckles.

As soon as the ceremony was over, before I could even start searching for Jamie, he had snuck up behind me, lifted me up and twirled me around. I screamed and told him to put me down. But we had made it, we were officially graduates!

Jamie insisted that we go out and celebrate and for once in my life, I agreed with him. I mean hey, you only graduate from university once right?

He was taking us to a new nightclub called, and I quote "Swank". Literally I never understand these names but to each their own.

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When we got home from the ceremony, I was almost freaking out. Almost. And my dear friend Jamie could only laugh at me. Isn't he wonderful?

I couldn't find anything to wear to the club for the life of me. And my usual clothes supplier - Ashley, (also known as the 'Makeup and Hair bank of Ash') one of my dearest friends, is on a plane back from Paris or Milan or somewhere else expensive and exotic. I really can't keep track anymore.

I was basically stuck.

While I was still looking for something, Jamie strolled very casually into my room holding a box tied up with a ribbon

"Did a package come for you Jamie?" I asked absentmindedly, still buried deep in my tiny closet, leafing through clothes and judging them harshly.

He just smiled and dropped the box on my bed.

"Jamie what's this?"

Now he still wasn't replying so I decided to open the box myself.

"Honestly Jamie do I have to do everything arou-"

I stopped short - there in the box was a dress. It was a slinky black slip dress with a semi-deep cowl neck that stopped at my sternum. It had a crossed back and a slit that stopped around mid thigh.

With the box and the wrapping, I could tell this must have set him back a couple hundred dollars at least; but Jamie was loaded and generous to a fault, regardless of how many times I told him to save his money. 

My heart was exploding with love for this man in front of me "What- Jamie, why?" I scrambled out.  

But he just shrugged and said with a huge smile on his face  "congratulations on LaRoux baby".