I wake up, and Danny's in the kitchen making breakfast. I come in with one of his sweatshirts on and my hair down.
" So, you're finally up?"
"Yeah, barely."
He walks over to me and kissed me on the forehead. And I smile.
" I hope you had a good night. I did..."
I look at him and stick my tongue out at him.
" I saw your mom leave for work. Do you want to go get some bags and stay over here? Your 19, you can move out whenever."
"That would be great. Can we go soon though?"
"Of course flower."
My nickname has stuck sense 8th grade. I always wore a flower headband. We drive to my house, and I grab almost all my clothes. I start to walk out, and I look back. I start tearing up. Danny sees, and walks over. "Dont look back. Ever."
We kiss, and we leave. When we get to his house, he says, "How about New York?" I look at him stunned.
" We could get an apartment. Right in the city. I have that money stored away from my dad. I want to move there together."
I look at him, and start to cru. Not a bad cry, but a good cry. I nod, and he walks over to me and kisses my forehead.
" New York it is then."