We lived in California. I had to move because my mom got a job there.
"When?" he asked, worried
"In 2 months," I replied
"That soon? Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"
"I didn't know until a few days ago when my mom told me,"
"You can't go," He demanded
"I have to. I still have 2 months with you," I reashurred him
"I'm not losing you, I missed out on the deal of a lifetime for you,"
"I'm not saying I'm 100% going,"
"Well, I can't risk it. Everything I've done is for you. Back in 7th grade when we met, I left my notebook there on purpose for you to find,"
"Really? But you looked so worried,"
"I wanted you,"
"Why? I'm not popular, cool, or pretty,"
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I don't care if you're popular or not, you're perfect to me even if some people don't see it,"
I blushed.
"Come to my house. My parents aren't home," He said, smiling
"Movie night?" I asked
"That's exactly what I was thinking!"
That night we watched movies and I fell asleep because his couch is just so comfy. When I woke up he wasn't gone. So surprises. Just normal. Like it should be. I almost I forgot I had to move. Almost.
