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The Night Before.

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Chapter 36

Riley's Point of View.

This entire week has been a pretty perfect way to end everything. Spending it with the people I care most about in this world, and fighting. Lucas is driving me back home, and after I write one last thing in my journal-his Christmas gift-I'm going to spend pretty much the entire night just staring at him. I know I'm probably being extremely dramatic, call me paranoid but the last time forgetting a good portion of my life for a week was pretty, intense. To put it lightly, if I'm being honest it scared me shitless.

His fingers intertwine with mine and I know he's consoling me. We're both avoiding the topic that is like a fucking elephant in the room. Or truck, hell if I know. Either way we've pretty much said everything we can.

I love him. He loves me.

He'll wait for me if the worst happens.

Despite my protests for him to be happy. Even if he does give up and later on I do remember I'd probably just beat the shit out of whoever he is with to get him back.

Tonight, I just want to be with him. I need to talk to Josh, Jon and Johnson before finals tomorrow. I'm going to need them to prevent Sparky from intervening. It wouldn't surprise me if he had some stupid fucking idea and tried to help me. Even though I'll more than likely place second tomorrow and I'll win prize money that way, we're still betting on Marissa. And since her odds are going to be less than likely compared to mine we'll hit a nice paycheck with that too.

The drive was silent. For the first time I'm not running my fucking mouth and he isn't being all sweet making me want to throw up. It wasn't uncomfortable, far from it actually. It was like an unspoken agreement, we ignore tomorrow and live for tonight. And since tomorrow is the only thing either one of us can think about we don't say anything. But his thumb caressing the back of my hand is all the communication I'll need from him.

I open my front door and he follows behind me holding my wrist. "Hey Sparky, do me a favor. I have to do something with your Christmas gift. Stay right here and I'll come grab you in a few minutes."

I move towards the hallway but his grip on my wrist tightens. "I know that you said you wanted to do our little gift exchange after tomorrow night but I'd really love it if I can give you mine now."

"Okay?" Normally I'd protest because it wasn't my way, but the look in his eyes. That pleading 'I love you so fucking much let me do this my way' glance was all I needed to dive in head first. In minutes he was back from my room with his gift to me. He kept it in my room?!

Clever really. I wouldn't look for my gift in my room.

"I um, how do I start this off," He's so cute when he gets nervous. His rambling and stuttering continues for almost 2 minutes before I lightly press my lips against his and after 30 seconds I can feel it turning deeper. I can feel that burning passion I have for him, so I have to reel myself in.

"You were saying."

"I got you this. Ever since we visited your old home you've called me your what?"

I furrow my brows and say, "Endgame." He pulls a black velvet box out from behind him and I instantly smirk. Cheesy son of a bitch. God I love him.

"I had this made for you." He lifts the lid and I can't help but stare at the sterling silver chain. The words 'endgame' in cursive were flashing from the light that bounced off of it.