The Men In Blue (TTM#2, boyxboy)

Chapter 2 - One Last Time

[Photo: The Happiest and The Saddest. Video: Feelin' Good - Christina Grimmie] 

[Recollection 02]

So many fucking things are going to happen today and it's starting to get to me. 

I sat on my bed, already dressed for the program as I look at my graduation toga, decorated with the main colors of red, white and gold, symbolizing the three core values that our school lives by.

I'm graduating, which means that I'll be moving on to college, which means that I won't be seeing the people from my school anymore which in itself, is both a gift and a curse. 

One good thing is that I'm not going to have to deal with the Great Bang anymore, I'm confident that none of them want to be musicians when they're older, so the UCLA Department of Music will be Great Bang-free. The majority, which is the bad news, is that I'll be separating and parting ways with all the friends that I've made.

Ella, with her blonde hair and bubbling personality and her driving passion for photography and fashion. The honest talks I shared with her were the best, where we could open up to each other without judgment and talk without stopping.

Mason, with his nerdy interests that have found their way to my heart and his social awkwardness. There was never a dull moment with him, for he'd always share stories and facts about current events, video games, movies, and TV shows. 

Ruth, with her boyish tendencies laced with her obsession with hot boys and the times where we'd burst into laughter for no apparent reason. She was the one I could surely spill my silly jokes with, no matter how morbid or dirty they were, she was the only one as crazy as me. 

Cassie, with her innocence and responsibility of keeping everyone's feet on the ground. She would always remind us if we went too far with a joke or if any of our plans would lead us to bad situations. She was street smart, and everyone needs that kind of friend in their group.

Eric, with his charming personality and his love for basketball and fitness. He'd never fail to be there for me despite the fact that he still hasn't moved on. He's someone I can be fragile with, sort of my go-to guy whenever there was something going on between Dylan and I, or if I just needed someone to rest my head on and lay in silence. 

Jordan, with his friendliness and wholehearted drive to help people. He would drive ten minutes to my house, in the middle of the night, awakened by my call if I needed him, no questions asked. I've never doubted him and I've always counted on him, he's never let me down.

Astrid, with the nerdy obsessions she shares with Mason. Her comical laugh always got me. 

These people, these people whom I've held so dearly to my heart and cared for, I'm going to have to leave them. We're going to part ways and live our separate lives, yes, but that doesn't mean we're going to forget each other. 

Max knocks twice on my bedroom door, peeking his head in as he opens it. "The letter's here." 

That's right, my letter from UCLA was bound to come today. It would contain news whether or not I've been admitted to the school. It was my first pick due to the connections and bonds I've already made. Austin, the blonde trumpet player that stood behind me in the line when I performed at Royce Hall for the first time. Janie, who made all of my performances in her school possible. Professor Livingston, who looked forward to seeing me next school year, excited for me to be in one of his classes, I'm one to hope that I'm skilled enough for him to teach me too. UCLA was near home, too, just a two-hour drive if ever I needed anything or just needed some time to myself, away from the dorms and the apartments. If ever the pressure would pound my head, I'd have comfort in knowing that the solution was only two hours away. It also means that I would get to see Dylan more often than if I would choose a school all the way in New York like Juilliard.