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Epilogue

~A/N~

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                    —TWO YEARS LATER | SEPTEMBER—

I ran across my living room, searching for the other blue sneaker. Until then, I've never managed to put my clothes on, brush my teeth and tie my shoe laces in less than two minutes.

"Ashton?" I called, though my voice was muffled by the tooth paste that was still in my mouth. A bit grumpy, I stormed to the bathroom to spit it out, before talking again.

"Ashton!" I shouted again, louder this time. I mean, come on, it's an apartment with just two rooms, how hard could it be for him to hear me?

"I'm up! Jesus, I'm up!" I heard him shout back. Oh, that's right; it's hard for a person to hear me when they're asleep.

"Christ," I heard his voice again, and when I turned around, I saw Ashton in only his boxers, leaning against the door, his eyes still closed and his hand in front of his face, as if he was afraid of the sun. Sometimes I couldn't believe I was actually going to marry that guy.

"What's with all the noise?" He mumbled as I jogged over to him and kissed his cheek, something that always managed to wake him up.

"Where's my ID?" I asked, for a moment observing myself in the full length mirror in the hallway, but then remembered I didn't have the time to change anyway. I really hope the school accepts jeans... ugh, this is not how I imagined my first day of work to be like.

"Babe, you don't need-"

"Ash, the school is ten minutes away, and I have to be there in fifteen. Damn right I need my ID."

I looked at him in the mirror as he sighed, and picked something up from the top of the fridge, which I recognized as my ID. Hm, the privilege of having a tall fiancé.

"Good luck," He said as he handed it to me, and I tiptoed to kiss his lips for a short second, pulling away before he could even start thinking about responding.

"I made you scrambled eggs and tea, and if you're still hungry, I think there's some spaghetti left from la-"

"Babe." I felt his hands on my neck, as he kissed my forehead. "I'm gonna be fine. And you're going to be late."

"Right," I mumbled, more to myself than him. I picked up my keys and after finally finding my other shoe, I placed one last kiss on Ashton's lips before leaving.

"Bye, babe!" I said, already in the hallway, and didn't even wait for his reply as I ran down the stairs, trying to get to my car as fast as possible. Good thing Ashton made me jog with him; I'm not kidding when I say I've become faster in the past year.

I tried unlocking the door quickly, but as always, I had to flip the key several times before it finally slid in the keyhole. The same thing happened when I tried starting the car; how is it that I work slower than usual when I try to be faster?

The ride to the secondary school where I'd been employed as an English teacher, was all but quiet. I didn't turn on the radio or anything; my thoughts were the ones creating all the noise.

What if I my colleagues are stuck up and don't accept me because I'm new?

What if the kids are rude and don't do what I say?

What if I don't make any friends there?

I closed my eyes for a second; it was stupid of me to think about making friends when I hadn't even started working there. So far I knew the principal and only one girl, well, woman in fact, who was there when I went to look for a job. Renee is her name, she teaches Geography, and she's nice... but what if the rest aren't like her? I could only hope they are. What I realized in the past couple of years that I'd lived in London, is that city people are different from the ones in my small hometown. And not in a particularly good way.