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Our fingers intertwine, and he rubs his thumb on my hand where my tattoo was while holding it tight. I cuddle him closer as I lay on his bare chest. The last 48 hours wore me out emotionally that feeling happy right now was amazing. I was always happy being around him. He was my sun that made all the dark clouds go away.
His lips brush against my forehead, and I smile, " I still don't get why you'd want me to go to MIT. Boston is pretty far away." He mumbles, and my smile fades.
"You deserve to go to a school like MIT. And I may be considered going with you- to Boston. Maybe." I start to twiddle my fingers with his.
"You would really drop your years of planning your future to just be with me?" He asks, and I stop.
"Well yeah. But even if you wouldn't take me with you I would be okay with that too. I would be happy if you just went away out of the south side." I bite my lip, and he kisses my forehead.
"Whatever my future is, I see you in it." He says, and I look up at him then kiss him. I rest my head back down on his bare chest, and he kisses it. "I never got to ask you what this butterfly tattoo meant." He adds and I freeze.
"It was just a stupid, impulsive decision." I nervously laugh.
He gets up and throws on boxers then does a little jump putting on a pair of jeans. "You getting ready?" He asks, and I lay on my stomach with only his blanket barely covering my bare body.
"I got suspended for a couple of days." I sigh, and he starts to take off his pants and crawls into bed with me again.
"I guess I'll take a day off then." He kisses my neck, and I squeal. My phone vibrates, and my smile fades as I see a text from a number I wasn't familiar with. "Everything okay?" He purrs.
I breathe in deeply and flash a smile, "I have an errand to run, see you later?" I give him a peck on the lips and get up from the bed scurrying for my clothes in my packed bag.
"Yeah, will you be gone for long?" He sits up on the bed watching me intently.
"No. It'll be quick. I'll come by here afterward." I run to the bathroom to brush my teeth and fix my hair.
Lip leans against the door frame watching me with his arms crossed. "I can pick you up."
"Perfect." I fake a smile and kiss him on the cheek then head out. I hear him deep sigh as I ran down the stairs.
