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46|| One Last Post

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Chapter 46: One Last Post

Sometimes, it's not the first times that matter. It's not the first touch, the first conversation or the first kiss. It's the time where everything wraps up and the last moments stand out, showing you that they stayed until the very end.

~Starlight24

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Dylan asked, interlacing his fingers with mine, concern evident in his tone.

I nodded, feeling a mix of emotions. "Yeah, I guess," I said, not really sounding as convinced as I would have hoped to.

"It's okay, you don't have to do it today," he whispered, tentative.

I turned to him and snapped, "You forget that I have a major role in deciding whether or not I want to do this." I watched his face fall and bit my lip. "Sorry," I apologized. "I didn't mean for it to come out like that. All I'm saying is I'm definitely, most certainly ready for this."

He smiled and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "Okay, you ready?" he asked, confirming.

I smiled wanly. "As ready as I'll ever be," I said, not really believing it myself. With that, I opened Onlinathon, biting my lips in anticipation.

Up and shining, my profile blinked onto the screen and tears bit the sides of my eyes. I was going to be deleting my account today.

It had been three weeks since Prom, and now pretty much everyone had gotten hold of the information as to who I was. As great as this may seem, Starlight24 just brought on too many memories for me to handle. Now that my secret was out in the open, I wanted to live a normal life without people gazing at me and wondering how the amazing Starlight seemed so... normal.

"I love you," Dylan whispered, and we both kind of rested our heads against the back of my sofa, curled up in fetal positions on my couch.

I looked back at Dylan, feeling the normal buzz of just being with him wash over me. He'd proven to be the best boyfriend any girl could ever even dream of. The kinds who'd freak out if I didn't come to school but would tease me all the same. The kinds who were overprotective unknowingly but not overly clingy. The kinds who were just what people would fantasize over and not really have. The kinds that practically didn't exist, but I'd kind of just been lucky.

I smiled. "I love you too. So, so much," I said, honestly and sincerely. Then, out of habit, I clicked on my messages and laughed at the first person who popped up, Popcorned. "You know," I said, deciding to humor Dylan. "There's this guy I really, really like who I chat with a lot. His name is Popcorned."

Dylan's eyes widened in mock-horror. "Do you like him as much as me?"

I paused in thought, before finally saying, "Possibly a little more."

Dylan gasped and snatched my phone. "Let me give this little asshole a piece of my mind," he said, acting completely serious before he began to send hate to himself.

Unable to contain it, I burst out laughing as he swore and muttered an array of colorful insults directed towards Popcorned, AKA himself.

"You're such an idiot," I said, pulling my phone back and kissing him lightly.

He shrugged. "It's one of my best qualities," he said, acting bashful.

This was actually not true at all. Surprisingly, Dylan had gotten class Valedictorian last year and I was pretty sure he'd get it this year too. Throughout last year, he'd mooched off my notes but during the actual exams, he had his own which made mine look like scribbles by a toddler. I was surprised, because who knew the school's 'baddie' was secretly a closeted nerd?