Everlasting: A Kamala Harris Sapphic Fanfiction

Chapter Three - A Plan for the Future

CHAPTER THREE

A Plan for the Future

The year is 1986. Tiana and Kamala have passed all their finals, and are bound to graduate with their degrees.

I sat cross-legged on my bed; my journal balanced on my knee. I could barely focus, my mind preoccupied with the news that had just changed everything. I had just read the letter from the university: Kamala and I had passed our finals! We were officially graduating with our bachelor's degrees!

As I pinned the letter inside my journal, the excitement bubbled inside me. I glanced at Kamala, sprawled on the floor, surrounded by an avalanche of colorful papers and an absurd amount of snacks. Her dark curls framed her face, highlighting her wide, sparkling brown eyes, and the grin that took over her features was infectious.

"Can you believe it?" I exclaimed, unable to contain myself. "We did it!"

"We did!" She shot up, a whirlwind of energy, her hands flying to her cheeks in delight. "This means we're finally free! No more exams, no more late-night cramming. It's just... it's amazing!"

"Now what do we do?" I asked, my heart racing at the thought of all the possibilities laid before us.

"Let's talk about our future!" Kamala flashed a mischievous smile that sent a ripple of excitement through me. "We should totally move to San Francisco!"

"San Francisco?" I repeated. "Like, live there? For real?"

"Absolutely! It's vibrant, full of opportunities, and it's a city that never sleeps. Plus, the food! Have you had sourdough bread from a San Francisco bakery? It's life-changing!" She rolled onto her back, her eyes sparkling with visions of colorful days ahead.

I chuckled, imagining us wandering through Fisherman's Wharf, sharing a massive bowl of clam chowder, the salty breeze tugging at our hair. "But what about jobs?" I asked, the practical side of my brain creeping in. "I mean, we both have guaranteed degrees now, but—"

Kamala always found a way to lighten the mood, like joking about us opening a cafe. "Stop right there," she interrupted, sitting upright again. "We'll find jobs! We're smart, we're driven, and we have each other. I've looked up a ton of companies that are hiring right now. And I've got an idea for a small business we could start."

"A business? What kind?" I asked, intrigued.

"I'm thinking of a little café that focuses on sustainability! We could serve all organic food and support local farmers. We could even have a space for artists and community events! Imagine hosting poetry nights and open mic sessions, a hub for creativity!"

Her enthusiasm was contagious, and my apprehension started to melt away. "That actually sounds amazing, Kamala!" I said, feeling a spark of inspiration ignite within me.

"Right?" She bounced on her feet, barely containing her excitement. "We could be the new generation of café owners, making a difference in our community while serving the best avocado toast everyone has ever tasted!"

I laughed out loud, picturing us behind the counter, hair pulled back in messy buns, concocting recipes while smiling at customers. It was a sweet image, one I could easily get lost in. "Okay, so what would be our first step?"

"We pack up our things and move to San Francisco right after graduation! We could find a little apartment, close to the city's heart!" Kamala declared, her eyes shimmering with dreams.

I bit my lip, thoroughly caught up in her excitement. "I can't believe we might actually do this. Just a few months ago, we were drowning in assignments and deadlines, and now we're talking about starting a life together!"