Truth Is, I Miss You.

Chapter 3

Date night outfits above!!
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"Matt just give it a chance. Please? For me?" Tristan begs on his knees. "It's just one date and if you don't like her just talk to me." He tries to reason with his best friend. "Matt if you don't go Alice will kill me. I'll be in the dog house for weeks." He talks as if I'm not standing right next to them. Matt just looks at me, his eyes asking me if Tristan is being serious.

I nod at him. "For weeks? He'll be in the dog house for the rest of his life."

Matt looks back down at Tristan on the ground and sighs. "God I hate you sometimes. Fine, I'll go on this stupid date. Even though I'm perfectly okay with being single." Matt gives in.

Tristan puts his hand over his heart and looks hurt. "You love me." He states. "And what do you mean happy? You're miserable. You complain about being lonely everyday."

"Whatever." Matt mumbles.

* * Time skip to Friday* *

"Oh god what am I supposed to wear?" Macy shrieks, throwing clothes around in her closet.

"Mace, just dress casual. It's just a carnival." I sit on her bed and laugh at her.

"If it's so easy then why don't you do it?" She gets all sassy and walks out of her closet just to plop down next to me.

"Fine." I mumble and search through her closing. I eventually decide upon a white long t-shirt and black jeans. I throw the clothes at her and they hit her in the face. "You're welcome."

She looks uneasy but puts the clothes on.

"How do you do it? It's nice, yet casual. Stylish, but it doesn't look like I just threw it on. I don't get it." I shrug my shoulders and point out a pair of black boots to wear with it.

"It's 7:00. We should leave. We're meeting the boys at 7:30." We head out the door and drive the distance to the carnival.

When we get there, Macy turns to me. "Do I look okay? I'm not sure about this, maybe we should just go home." She goes to start the car but I make her stop.

"Cut it out Macy Higgins. You are a beautiful and confident girl. Matt is going to love you. Just go and have a good time." I persuade her to get out of the car and we start going to the entrance. We spot the boys sitting at a picnic table and Macy stops walking when her jaw drops to the ground.

"He's so pretty." She looks awestruck. "Alice I got to go." I grab her shoulders as she turns to walk away but I push her over to the table.

"Hey guys. Matt, this is Macy. Macy, Matt." I introduce them. They awkwardly shake hands. We get to the ticket booth and Matt, like the gentleman he is, pays for Macy's ticket.

"Oh you don't have to do that! Let me pay you back." Macy reaches for her wallet.

"No. It's my pleasure. I enjoy buying things for pretty girls like yourself." It's the first thing he's said all night and Macy has trouble keeping her cool when she notices his British accent.

"You're British?!" She asks. But, she instantly hits herself on the forehead. "Oh god. That was not cool. Obviously you're British. I'm really sorry. Where are you from?" She blushes.

"It's okay. I'm actually from Blackpool in the UK." He laughs at Macy.

They continue to make small talk and Tristan and I just laugh at them both. "I told you they'd hit it off." I gloat.

"You always knew best." Tristan smiles and throws his arm around my shoulders.

"Hey, guys?" Macy speaks up. "I think we're just going to head off in our own direction. We'll meet up later?"
"Okay have fun. But not too much fun." I joke but her cheeks turn a bright pink. They walk off towards the game booths and we go over to the rides.

"We are such great friends." Tristan says with a laugh. I giggle and give him a side hug while we keep walking.

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The night is spent with screams, hugs and stolen kisses. Tristan and I have fun like we always do. It's basically as cliché as it can get. He plays games and wins me my own big stuffed teddy bear. Eventually, we decide that the most cliché way to end the most cliché night is to go on the ferris wheel. We get on and I rest my head on him while his arm is around my shoulders. He kisses the top of my head and whispers, "I love you."

I look up at his beautiful green eyes. "I love you." I reply, not being very fond of adding the 'too' and the end of 'I love you' because it just makes it sound forced.

"I'm going to miss this." He says under his breath, so quietly I almost couldn't hear him.

"What do you mean?" I ask, genuinely confused. "We've still got the rest of the summer and all of our senior year to spend together. Let's not worry about it yet."

"I have something to tell you." He murmurs.

I sit up. "What? What's wrong are you okay?" I ask, scared something happened.

"My mom is getting a job transfer... to Chicago." My mouth falls open and everything is silent.

"What? What do you mean? You're not going right? No. You can't go. We're supposed to be together forever. She can't take you away from me. What—" he cuts me off by grabbing my cheeks and kissing me on the mouth. It's just now I feel the tears falling down my face.

"No. Alice, baby, please. Please don't cry. Please. If you cry I'll cry." His voice croaks and tears slip from his eyes.

"When do you leave?" My voice is surprisingly steady.

"In a month..."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? And on a god damn ferris wheel?" I cry.

"I just found out a couple days ago. I wanted to tell you right away but it just wasn't the right time. I didn't want to ruin your summer. I don't want to go. I'd much rather stay here with you." He's now crying at a steady pace.

"Then stay. You don't have to go. You can stay with me. It may take a while to convince my parents but I'm sure they'd give in eventually. Or you could stay with Matt. I'm sure he'd be okay with it—"

"Alice I can't— I can't leave my mom. She'll fall apart again without me there. I've got to keep my eye on her."

He holds me while I sob for a few more moments and I can feel the occasional tear fall on to my shoulder. But eventually, the ride ends and we must get up.

Neither of us are in the mood to have fun anymore so we agree to go back and sit in the bed of his rusty blue pick up truck. He lays out a blanket and he sprawls himself out on it, with my head on his chest, and look up at the stars.

"It's just not fair." I whisper.

He kisses the top of my hair. "I know. It's not." He sits up and looks at me. "But let's think of it this way. I've got one month, 31 days. Let's make the best of it. Just you and me. Nothing can ruin it for us." He picks up my chin with his index finger and kisses me. "Okay?"

"Okay." I nod my head. If this is possibly the last summer we can spend together, it will be the most spectacular, fun filled summer anyone has ever seen. This summer belongs to us.