Diary of a High School Has Been (18+)

Entry 37: My Final Entry... for now

Being back in the garage tonight just felt so right.

Leah was there with me, along with Alyssa, Mia and Willow. We sat on the futon, talking about life and coming up with cheers to present to our coach and captain.

Alyssa was surprisingly good at coming up with them. I think she and Preston are just really good with words. They're both like poets in their own way.

Leah and I were creating the routines to go with them but my strength was inserting stunts in there somewhere.

Preston slid out from under the car he was working on and came over our way. He picked up his guitar and joined the band where he stood front and center. The guys began practicing and Preston was using the new guitar pick I'd gotten him. Yes, the pink one.

With his birthday being tomorrow, I had to get him something pretty big to follow up on the car he'd fixed back up for me.

I mean, really? How could I top that?!

I decided the best I could do was buy him a brand new guitar. With the help of Dylan, Elijah and Levi of course. It's been sitting under my bed haunting me every night with anticipation. I can't wait for Preston to see it!

As my boyfriend's silky voice hit the mic, I sat back in my seat and looked at him. He looked back momentarily and smirked between his lyrics.

My life had officially fallen back into place.

I had a secure relationship with my boyfriend. A boyfriend who was a million times better than my old one.

Drake had a broken nose and two black eyes he was still trying to heal after Jason Forsyth's party. I hope after getting hit twice by Preston, he's learned his lesson about messing with us. I doubt it but I guess we'll see.

Miranda had disappeared from our lives and she wasn't even showing up at The Basement anymore. I think she finally figured out that I was the real deal for Preston. Not just the little rebound she'd hoped I'd be.

Poor Elizabeth Addler's 5 minute pregnancy got revealed to the entire school. I guess Drake dropped that bomb on her and told everyone she'd gotten an abortion out of spite for her ending things with him. He also didn't like the fact that we were sort of, kind of friendly now. As bad as I felt for her, it was slightly comforting to know that when I returned to school next semester, people wouldn't be talking about me anymore. At least not as much. But as a token of friendship, I did invite her to sit with me and the other cheerleaders at lunch if we're lucky enough to be in the same lunch period.

Grandma has returned back home. I miss her so much already but I'm glad she was able to pull Dad out of his shell as I had predicted. He's definitely treating me like a daughter again and we even have some good talks together here and there. Sure, we still argue here and there but he's communicating much more effectively.

Mom is still the wired wreck she's always been but she's given me way more freedom with Preston. She's even been more lenient in her punishing whenever I do something wrong like sneak out to go see him. I think she knows how happy he makes me and she knows I'm totally safe with him. Me being on birth control as well as my being open and honest with her about almost everything helps too.

Listening to my boyfriend play with his band and sitting with my best friends in the world, I couldn't help but let a smile stretch across my face.

Mr Dunn had turned on the television in the garage so that we could watch the ball drop at midnight. With the new year rolling around, I can't help but get excited for the future.

When 11:59 finally rolled around, the band stopped playing and my boyfriend walked over to me on the couch. He extended his hand out toward me and I took it as he pulled me up from my seat.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Preston pulled me in close, tilted my chin up and lowered his lips to mine. I threw my hands up in that gorgeous, dark hair and kissed him back. With Auld Lang Syne playing from the television, everyone else pulling off poppers and the sound of fireworks going off outside the garage, it was a picture perfect moment.

"Happy New Year," Preston said softly as he pulled back and tucked my hair behind my ear.

"Happy Birthday," I smiled back.

Preston just smirked and kissed me again.

I had my car back, my family back, my perfect boyfriend back, and the school and Drake off my back.

I guess I was a little hasty with my previous suicidal ideations when I first started writing in here again. But here I am standing, breathing, more alive than ever and I've repaired all of the damage that was done.

So with that, I'm putting the past behind me and this diary to rest.

I know you'll miss me, but who knows? Maybe I'll need you again someday.

I guess we'll just have to wait and see if my life decides to fall apart again.