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Epilogue: Sometimes When You Fall, You Fly

Epilogue: Sometimes When You Fall, You Fly

“The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all.” 

—  Walt Disney Company

Wesley and I walk into the door of my new dorm and I huff a sigh, kicking the door closed and dropping the heavy brown box in the corner. Wesley chuckles quietly and does the same thing, placing my last moving-in box on the floor along with the six other boxes. What can I say? I don’t exactly travel lightly. Expelling a huge sigh of relief, I drop down on my new—  and not so comfortable—  four-poster bed, wiping a thin layer of sweat from my forehead.

“That was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life,” I wail breathlessly.

“If packing boxes into a car is the worst thing you ever done in your life, then, you, my friend, need to live more,” He teases me, sitting down next to me on the bed. Well, sort of. He pushes his back against the wall since this is a four-poster bed and obviously has no headboard or anything like that. Then he lifts me up and I rest my head in his life comfortably while Wesley wraps his arm around me.

“You’re so funny,” I sarcastically mumble, running my fingers through my hair.

“I know I am,” Wesley pipes with a boyish grin.

It’s August and therefore, about time for Wesley and me to commence our first year of college. And believe it or not, but we’re doing just that as a couple of Blue Raiders. Middle Tennessee State University Blue Raiders, to be exact. So, yeah, we both got accepted here to the school here in Tennessee, which is pretty amazing. I wouldn’t have minded going back to California for college—  since Wesley has convinced me through ridiculous amounts of persistence that I need to go—  but only he was accepted at the school in San Francisco.

Not that I was ever expecting to be accepted there. Hell, I’m lucky I got in here at MTSU. It’s a pretty nice school, I think. They do this weird thing where the incoming freshman have to come two weeks before the school year resumes so that they can like, learn their way around and stuff. Wesley’s dorm is about five minutes away from mine in Dexter Hall and he’s technically not supposed to be in here after like, 7 o’clock, but we break that rule a lot.

“So, are you ready for college to start?” I wonder randomly.

“Not exactly,” He sighs, shaking his head. “My roommate’s a slob and I’m too lazy,” Wesley complains.

“These are thing you have to consider before applying,” I remind him in a singsong voice as I climb over him and out of my bed.

“Where’re you going?” Wesley wonders curiously.

“I’m just gonna start unpacking because if I don’t do it now, it won’t get done until Christmas,” I say, walking over to my stacked boxes and picking a box cutter up from the desk that I’ve reserved as mine. I’ve only briefly met my roommate and she was with her parents or something, so it was just a really quick hello and stuff like that. Her name is Lila and she’s apparently English, so that’s cool. At least, I think that she’s British. Either that or she just decided to put on a fake accent, but it sounded pretty authentic to me. For the most part though,  she seems like a nice girl.

“You want some help?” My adorable boyfriend offers, sitting up in my bed.

“I’ll be alright, plus I need to call my parents soon and endure a lecture on the do’s and don’ts of college,” I sigh exasperatedly.

“Okay then,” Wesley laughs, standing up from my bed and pulling his shirt back on. He claims that he only took it off because the heat outside is enough to boil an egg on the sidewalk—  literally—  and since we were doing a lot of walking back and forth to our cars to bring our boxes into our dorms, I guess he got hot. Not that I really care what his excuse is, I was just happy to be able to look at his lovely abs. “I’m gonna go to the dining hall and eat as much as I possibly can before I have to go back and see Creepy Cameron,” He explains, referring to his roommate who’ve I’ve met like, twice since we’re been here, Cameron Madoff or something like that. Wesley crosses the room and bends down kissing me on the top of my head. “I’ll call you later, yeah?”