Maybe One Day

1: Tomorrow

I'm sitting on Christian's bed staring out the window. Just thinking. I've been doing that too much lately. Christian is sitting next to me, talking about something, I'm not really sure what. He's moving his hands a lot, like he always does when he's talking about something important.

"Hey, Liv. Hello?" He waves his hand in front of my face, trying to get my attention.

"Yea, sorry." I respond. I turn away from the window and swing my legs over his. "What were you saying?"

"I was trying to talk to you about how I'm leaving for college next year. Any ideas on how we would make our long distance relationship work?" He asks, slightly annoyed.

"Uh, I don't know." I answer, distracted.

I've been dating Christian for a year now. Things were great in the beginning. He's really intelligent and quick-thinking, but sometimes a year is a long time to be with someone and things just aren't what they used to be.

"That's what I thought." He says. "So Stanford is on the other end of California, I'd say a good seven or eight hours. You'll be a senior, so you probably won't be able to drive here, except maybe on the weekends, and I obviously couldn't drive all the way down to San Diego..."

I sigh at his arrogance. I've been meaning to break things off with him for weeks but I'm too afraid of his reaction. He'd always been so wrapped up in his own problems that when it came to me, he'd always find some excuse on why he didn't have time to pay attention to me.

"Fine, if you're not going to listen I'll leave." He says, frustrated, and gets up and walks out of the room.

"Christian, wait," I sigh and get up to go after him.

"I have to study for finals, and you probably should too. So if you don't mind...?" He gestures toward the door.

"Fine." I say, slightly insulted. I get in the car and drive home. I should have just broken up with him right then, I tell myself. But that would have been cruel, to do it when we are both angry. I sighed. I'll just go home, make some popcorn, and watch The Last Song, I said, calming myself down. When I get there, however, Abbe is sitting on the couch.

"Welcome home, neighbor." She says happily.

"Don't you have your own couch like, three doors down?" I ask as I eat some of her - well my - chips.

"Yes, but yours is so much more comfortable. Better food, too." She says as she stuffs another handful of chips into her mouth.

I roll my eyes. "You are such a pig. But seriously, I need to study, all right?"

"That's ok, I won't make any noise." She says with a smile.

"You can't take a hint can you? Alright fine, you can stay, but give me my chips back!" I take the bag out of her hand and start eating them.

"God, Liv, you ask so much of me."

So we sit down and talk about school and boys and sports until my parents come home and send her home so we can have dinner.

That night as I lie in bed, I think. Tomorrow. I'll break up with him tomorrow.

This goes on for a week.

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On the first day of the last week of school, I get up and put on jean shorts and one of my new summer tops. I quickly put my hair in loose curls, grab a bagel, and head out the door.

When I get to school, I meet up with the same group of friends I've had since seventh grade. Maddie and Skylar, opposites but best friends; Eli, my wonderfully amazing best friend; Luke, my only friend until I was eleven; and Abbe, two years younger than us but like a baby sister to me.