No Fears

Epilogue- Steph

           

One year and four months later...

"DID YOU GET IT?!" I asked Scott when he answered his phone.

"I don't know, haven't checked yet, baby, it's seven in the morning on a Saturday, I was sleeping..." He answered.

"I'm sorry, is your sleep more important than your collage acceptance letter?" I asked anxious.

"Yes." He lied.

"Common! Go check your mail. Now, now, now!" I said excitedly. I had been waiting for this day to come for two months, and I couldn't open it because of our stupid pact.

"I'm going, I'm going, babe, chill out." He said.

"I will not chill, okay? I lost that stupid bet with you and now I can't see what the letter says. Are you running? I don't hear you running." I told him.

"Fine, I'll ran." He said and then he started.

"Okay, I'm here, I'm going to open it now... oh hold on, that bird is really nice, do you know what kind of bird it is, it's one that is bright green and..."

"Stop it Scott! I know what you're doing, just open the damn mail box." I scolded him.

"Alright, alright." He said. "Let's see, no, no, oh..."

"Is it there? Is it?" I asked anxiously.

"Nope, it wasn't, no, yes!" He said. "It's here." He stated.

"Oh my god, which color is it? And size?" I asked. Please god let it be like mine.

"It's white, small and thin with a Stanford seal printed in it." He described it.

"Yes! It's the same, I'll be right there so I can open the damn letter once in for all.

"Don't peek or you lose." He said.

"You know I can't stand to lose." I teased. He laughed. "See you in a bit." I told him and I hanged up.

I quickly went for my keys and run to my car. I was still in my Pj's but I didn't care, I needed to know if I got in to Stanford. With my father gone, I could pick whichever collage I wanted, I could be here in Yale if I wanted or Harvard too, since his life insurance had all collage funds covered and money was not a problem. But I still wanted to go to Stanford, I had been in love with it from the first time I set foot in there. Scott had been too, apparently, since only a few months after we started officially dating, he announced he wanted to be a lawyer and wanted to go to Stanford law, so he could be near his mom- and me-.

His father had refused to pay for his tuition and any other expenses since he wasn't going to Harvard Med, guess he was still hoping his son would grow up such like him. Scott told him he didn't need him and that shit, but later he confessed he was scared, he said he couldn't apply for a student's loan, cause the university knew his family had enough money to afford it. Luckily, when we went to visit her mom for his birthday- longer than a day this time- she gave her a card that said: "valid for collage money". Scott was confused and asked her what she meant, and she answered that she had been saving money her entire life, in case of emergencies, and that him not going to collage qualified as an emergency. He tried to refuse at first, said he would find a way, but she wouldn't have it. Eventually he was convinced and thanked her.

Everything seemed to be going our way, in both of our lives, we were happier than ever, even the Austin thing was solved. We found out about all the shit he had been going through, when he sent Aly a long letter explaining everything and apologizing. I believed him, so you should get how convincing he had been. I was glad he apologized, especially for Aly, it did a lot of good to her. She and Jared had both been accepted to Julliard, they had received their letters about a month ago, I was really happy for them, but it just made me more anxious for mine to get here already. I hoped the inside of this letter wouldn't ruin everything good that was going on in my life.

After my father died, we were sad and grieved for a while, but then we began to heal, truly heal. We removed all his stuff from the house and my mother used her talents and remodeled almost every room. It had colors, life, it began to feel like a real home. My mom seemed more relaxed, happy even, as was I. It's hard to realize that my father's death did more good than bad, but maybe that had been his one true gift to all of us. 

I pulled over in Scott's driveway and saw him sitting in the front stairs. He was only wearing some sleeping pants, no shirt. I couldn't believe than even after more than a year of dating I was still startled every time I saw his bare chest and arms. He was some Greek God that was infiltrated in this time, there was no other way to justify his perfection.

He stood up when he saw me, the envelope in his hands, still closed.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Yes. On three. One, two... three!" I yelled as I ripped the side of the envelope and began to read the words: "Dear Ms. Donovan, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted..." I couldn't read anymore, I started cheering and doing a happy dance. 

"I got in! I got in!" I yelled. Then I looked up at Scott and saw him quietly looking at the floor.

No. No.

"Scott?" I asked.

"I knew you would get in baby." He said.

"What about you? Did you get in?" I asked him.

He bit his lip and shook his head.

Fuck! What the hell? How could him be rejected? His grades were nothing but straight A's, and plus, I read his admission essay, it was amazing. There was no way he didn't get in.

He lifted the letter and began reading: "Dear Mr. Harrison, we are sorry to inform you that..."

"Give me that!" I said taking it from his hands. I started scanning the words. "You asshole! How could you do this to me?" I said as I punched him in his arms.

He started laughing, really laughing. "I'm so sorry baby, I just had to do it." He said still laughing.

"You don't mess with this shit, Scott. It's a really big deal, you really scared me." I said with a sad voice.

"Oh no, baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that." He said rubbing his hands in my arms.

"Ha, gotcha!" I said, now I was the one doing the laughing.

"Yes, you did, but now we are even." He said.

"Oh, no, no, no, mister, we are not even close to even, you just wait and see what your future holds." I teased him. He laughed.

"I should call Austin, he said that I had to call him the minute we find out." He said.

"Sure." I replied. Yep, Austin was back to being Scott's best buddy, and I had made my peace with it, we all hang out from time to time, I won't lie though, it had taken me a lot of time to let it go, but he had proven he was another man, and unlike what had happened with my father, I truly believed him.

"Love you baby." He said in my ear.

"I love you Scott." I said back, then he kissed me. 

Last year, when Aly and Jared had just gotten together, I hoped that one day I would share that kind of love with someone, and I was glad to know that I had.

This letters represented the beginning of our lives together, and I was sure it would be a good one.

THE END

AN: Thanks for reading!
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