Dead, Until We Meet Again ;^)

The After

An entire week has passed through time, full of bright days and light faces. Though, this also included a dreary day or two, a few tired faces. Yet, what would one expect? That is life.

As for our characters, they’ve being living this life, separated by schools, united by households. Their parents have met each other again, things returned back to normal, before Little Abby moved, before Little Georgy believed her to be dead.

Death cannot separate the souls destined to cross paths.

The two hang out, with Trent too, and make out, without Trent, obviously.

Though, their actions did not go without its repercussions. Keith finally laid off trying to get Abby, but still holds a grudge against George. That grudge will cause him a lot of unnecessary suffering.

Their schools still hold its rivalry, and both aren’t exactly keen on the idea of Basshunter’s Soccer Captain, George, and new Co-Captain of Cornwall’s Lacrosse team, Abby, dating. Even so, what can they do?

Trent is now famous for his winning goal at the game, the tiebreaker, but there was still some spotlight on George. As he said, no one can escape the spotlight for long, but he didn’t mind as much now, for there was now someone else who didn’t look at him and just seeing his achievements. No, she saw the flaws too, she saw him, for who he is.

Abby now had two people who she could be her tomboyish self with, and she loved both of them. Though, one more romantically than the other.

Life is how it should be for those two, and my do they have a good story to go by!

Separated by a “death” and reunited by a rivalry.

However, it dos not stop there. No, their story will continue, for who said High School was one smooth ride? Many challenges await them in the future, but, for now, they are happy, content, on being with each other.

They finally found themselves again.

“Hey, what are you doing after school tomorrow? Wanna play soccer with some of the guys?” George asked, carrying Abby’s backpack for her, even though she protested. “It’s a boyfriend privilege,” he stated, as if it were in some Boyfriend-Girlfriend Law book that she was unaware of. He waited for her at the bus stop, since her sports bus always arrived after his.

Abby holds up a yellow slip and sighs. “Sorry, but I've got detention. I have to make up for skipping math when I went to clean up Bekking’s mess.” He laughs at the fact that “Miss Perfect” has a bad mark on her record.

“So much for a perfect record, better luck next time,” he grinned.

She crumpled the paper in her hand, since her other one was occupied with his. “Just you wait! I’ll make this up so much that they’ll wipe it off my record! Or, I can always wait for you to slip up, Mr. Perfect.” She said "Mr. Perfect" rather sarcastically, but it went nicely with her smirk.

He loved that smirk.

He squeezed her hand, and she squeezed back, their code for: I found you.

Ahead of them, a little ways off, two six-year-olds walked the same path home together from the park, holding hands.

Her little Georgy and His little Abby.

Just a faded memory from the past. A happy memory. A memory that will always be remembered, cherished. To the new couple, those old memories will be replaced with new ones, pushed to the side to make room for more. To them, those memories are as good as dead.

Until they meet again.