Until We Meet Again

21.

Life could be a dream
Sh-boom, if I could take you to a paradise up above
If you will tell me I'm the only one that you love
Life could be a dream, sweetheart

This song comes up out of nowhere, while I'm doing the dishes.

My friends have left my place after almost two hours of gossiping and catching up, and after getting Nick's text, I replied to him telling him he should come and celebrate at mine's.

He told me he had to go see his mum first, which makes a lot of sense.

Sarah is like his first fan, his best friend and his biggest support.

She is so great.

I wish my mom could be like her.

She's not so bad, but we're not as close as you'd expect you and the person who gave birth to you to be.

I think I simply needed her to be supportive of my choices as a teen, and she never was. The fact that she went against every decision that I took just widened the gap between me and her, and now me and my siblings simply live our lives and don't communicate.

Sometimes I feel bad about it, and sometimes I think it's only fair.

I sing along to the song playing in my living room while tidying up around and wonder why it was put in a 70/80/90's songs playlist.

This thing is as old as my grandma, seriously.

My mind then drifts off, and I find myself thinking about what Isaac said about me and Nick.

We're Nick and Charlie, indeed, and I don't see why he wouldn't be my boyfriend, or why we wouldn't get together again.

We're meant to be.

He's the sun and I'm the moon.

There's a knock on my door, and I find myself smiling and looking at my clean apartment with pride.

Every time I look at you
Something is on my mind
If you do what I want you to
Baby, we'd be so fine

I open the door and Nick's here, except he's changed his clothes and smells fresh.

He's holding a flower bouquet in his left hand, his cheeks a pink colour.

"Hi." he says, slightly out of breath.

Him playing rugby almost everyday doesn't keep him from being out of breath after walking the flight of stairs that lead to my apartment.

I used to tease him about it.

"Hi." I reply with a huge smile, opening my arms.

He takes me into his and picks me up happily.

"Congratulations big boy." I say, my sentence followed by a fit of giggles. "I should have been the one getting you flowers!"

I am so immensely proud of him for applying and getting the job.

He's so lovely, his students are going to absolutely love him.

"Thank you Char." he says before putting me down and fixing my hair.

It's everywhere at the same time and my curls are all over the place.

I haven't cut it, I know for a fact Nick likes it longer anyway.

"When do you start?" I whisper, and he whispers back immediately.

"September fourth."

I pull away from his broad shoulder to have a proper look at him, and there's a smile on his face.