Tentacles

7

Things were going great with Hailey.

She had a college dorm, so I stayed there to study for my high school exams. The end of the year was approaching, and so was the inevitability of college.

So I told my mom I joined a study group. She never seemed to mind.

A month had passed since our first date. We had gone out as soon and as often as possible.

School ended. SAT scores where being passed out. 

That year I had received a 1350, which was apparently pretty good. I applied to the University of Maine, where Hailey went to school.

I was going to go into English and Music.

Hailey was going into Astronomy.

Everything was good.

No, everything was amazing.

I remembered the day, the first day of college.

Hailey, somehow, had hung keys to her dorm on my car mirror. Apparently, I hadn't noticed until I was on the highway heading home, and I pulled over and cried a bit.

I moved in with Hailey the next week.

She even made room for all of my music stuff, so now there was a collection of stuff in the corner of the room, a keyboard, a ukulele, an acoustic guitar. That was mine. The left side of the bed was mine. The box of Cocoa Puffs in the pantry was mine. Half of the closet and half of the dresser was mine.

Hailey was mine.

And I loved her.

And that was that.