Day POV
I slip on my gown. It's blue and looks somewhat like the one I wore at eighth grade graduation. Well, June and I ended up going to the same college.
University of Hawaii. I take a breath in as I look at my reflection. I've changed a lot in the past few years. Through ups and downs I'm glad that June has stayed with me.
We've had a few fights and I'm so grateful that we've stayed together through all of it. The worst being toward the beginning of the year.
Looking back it was stupid. I was still upset she hadn't given Harvard a chance.
I should've just supported her. It was
my fault. I walk downstairs into the living room where my parents and my grandma from New Jersey are sitting.My grandma who lives in Hawaii is just meeting us there but this grandma is staying with us.
"Oh Daniel you look great." My Dad says. "Let's get going though. You probably want to take pictures. We are going over to June's. Pascao will be there." Oh yeah. Pascao and Mia broke up.
Mia and June are still friends though. Which is awkward. I mean, Pascao and Mia didn't like get into a major fight but still, they aren't friends.
I grab my phone off of the counter and go out to the car. Eden slides into the middle seat of the back row. My Grandma and parents get in as well.
I walk out to June's backyard where she is standing posing for pictures her mom is taking. She looks tired. But happy.
She smiles when she notices me. Her mom turns around and motions me and my family over there. We all continue to walk and I stop next to June.
"Hey." She says.
"Hi." I say kissing her forehead. She wraps her arms around my waist and rests her head on my chest.
"Thank you. I know I haven't been the easiest person this year. But thank you for never leaving." I wrap my arms around her waist.
"Yeah. I'm not exactly sure where you think I'd go. But I love you."
"June. Day. Pictures." My mom says.
June POV (At home before)
I curl the last piece of my hair and let it fall to my shoulder. I'm done. Finally.
I have on a red dress that sits at the knee with black flats. I've put on minimal makeup and curled my hair.
I walk downstairs to the kitchen. My parents are both there. Metias didn't come. It's disappoints me but I'll be okay."June." My mom says. "You look lovely."
"Cute." My Dad agrees.
We walk outside to the backyard and they take countless pictures of me. I'm really going to miss them. No. Not the time. I still have summer.
I smile as I notice Day walking towards
me. My mom turns around and motions for him to walk over here."Hey." I say.
"Hi." He says kissing my forehead. I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head on his chest.
"Thank you. I know I haven't been the easiest person this year. But thank you for never leaving." He wraps his arms around my waist. I love him.
"Yeah. I'm not exactly sure where you think I'd go. But I love you."
"June. Day. Pictures." Grace says.
Day and I both turn to face them and their cameras.
••••••
"Don't do that!" I say to Pascao. We are all walking to the high school one last time. Well, I say all. It's just Pascao, Mia, Day and I.
"I think it's possible. Just let me try." Pascao argues.
"I'm not going to let you scream at the graduation. My parents are paying to have a video of this."
"Okay. But I think that you should do that during your speech."
"I'm not even giving a speech."
"You weren't valedictorian?"
I hit him. "Shut up. And no. I got a B in my cooking class."
"Oh. I got a C in that class." Pascao says.
"Calm down June. A B is not the end of the world." Day says intertwining his hand in mine.
"Shut up." I say again.
Day and I go separate ways. The line for graduation is alphabetical by last name.
I stand next to a girl named Lilliana. She's nice but somewhat annoying. I don't really say anything to her.
We start to walk out to the chairs. The high school (freshman, sophomores, and juniors) band is playing Pomp and Circumstance.I take a look into the crowd of people before sitting down. The graduation is in the gym. It's really hot and there's no air conditioning in here, unlike the rest of the school. Luckily I was always either doing sports and being exempt or getting an academic waiver. So I never had PE.
I make a mental note of where Day is after he sits down since I probably won't pay attention to most of the ceremony.
After everyone is seated the secretary dean, the principal, and the superintendent all give ten minute speeches about us not being kids anymore. Fascinating.
The kids all start walking up to the podium and receiving their diplomas. I walk up and the woman shakes my my hand. She hands me the diploma and I go back to my seat.
After a while everyone has received theirs.
"I now introduce to you all the class of 2017." (A/N: originally published this chapter in 2017 so yeah)
We all stand and walk around the gym. I find Day and stand next to him. He's talking with his parents.
"Hey." I say to no one in particular.
"Hi June." Grace says happily.
"Congrats."
"Thank you." I say. She pulls me into a tight hug.
"I can't believe you guys are graduating." She says.
"Well that's a bit offensive." Day says. "I thought you had a bit more faith in me than that." She slaps his arm.
"You know well what I meant."
"I'm gonna go find my parents." I say turning around. I walk in the direction of where we said we were going to meet.
Metias! I run up to him and wrap my arms around him. "I thought you wouldn't come." I say.
"You really think I'd miss your graduation?" He questions.
"I suppose not." I say letting him go and taking a step back. Thomas is standing awkwardly about four feet behind Metias and my parents are to Metias' left.
Day walks up next to me. "So what are we gonna do now?" He whispers.
"I don't really care, as long as we're together."
"I meant like for dinner." He says.
"Oh." I say with a laugh. Oops.
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