Epilogue Part 1.
8 months later.
|| Snow ||Of course when Michaels proposed I said Yes. A few months after he proposed,in November, he and the boys got a call. They were to go on tour again but this one didn't have anytime he'd get to come home on break because they had to be in the studio working on their album and I couldn't go because I had to finish out school. It being my senior year of course. So he left the day after his birthday, November 20th and haven't seen him since. In person of course. We talk everyday whether it be FaceTime or a phone call. Texts through out the whole day. He won't be home until the end of May. I was disappointed at first because this tour meant he'd miss graduation but I knew I had to get over it. He's getting big in the world and if he's happy then that's all I care about.
Hannah and Ashton also talking like me and Michael through skypes, Facetimes and phone calls. They've already started planning their wedding. With my help of course. Michael and I decided not to start planning until he was home from tour.
"I love you baby, good luck today." Michael said and I smiled at his face on my laptop screen. He was sitting in his bunk on the bus on his way to the studio. The tour's over but they have another week left to be in the studio before they come home.
"I'm so so nervous. I with you were here." I said as I sat there in my graduation gown, holding my cap in my shaky hands. He frowned a bit.
"I know, me too. But I'll be home next week. We can reenact the ceremony if we have to!" He jokes and someone knocked on my door. Hannah walked in with her gown on and her cap already on.
"We need to head to the school." she stated. "Hey mike!" She said.
"Hey Han!" He replied.
"Well, I'll call you later okay?" I said and he nodded.
"You'll be okay baby, I wish I would be there." I smiled and kissed my index and middle fingers placing them on the screen. I slid my cap on my head and stood up. We exchanged 'I love you's before I closed my laptop and followed Hannah to her car.
The place was packed when we got to the school. Hannah's parents greeted us at the front hugging us both. I felt a pang of hurt in my heart because of my parents but pushed it aside, deciding not to let them ruin my night. They made their way to their seats and we made our way to our. As the auditorium started to fill up I started getting nervous. I didn't know why but I was. Maybe it was because after all the years I'd done school and all the people who'd come and gone, I ended up here and I wouldn't change it for the world. The people I met and the memories I made in the 2 years if attended this high school were some ill ever forget. Like Michael and the boys and Hannah. They'd become my world in such a short amount of time yet I didn't have s single regret.
"Nervous?" Hannah asked and I broke from my thoughts and looked at her.
"A little. I wish the guys were here." She nodded in agreement and just a few short moments later the principle began her speech about memories and the future. I caught eye contact with Jane, Michaels adopted mom and she smiled giving me a small wave. I waved back and started fiddling at the hem of my gown as the rows in front of me started to empty, the students who previously sat in them having been called up and we're now standing on the large stage with their diplomas in hand.
"Hannah Raenae!" She looked at me before standing up and walking up to the stage. I nearly started crying. She shook Mrs. Springs hand and handed her the paper. Hannah put her tassle on the other side of her hat and walked to the other students as the audience cheered, you could hear her dad over everyone.
"Snow Daniels." There it was. My name. I stood up and glanced at Hannah. She nodded smiling as I made my way up the few stairs to the stage. I felt everyone's eyes on me but for some reason it didn't bother me at all. I shook her hand and took my paper.
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