The next day, I woke up at my cousin Nicole's house, with half of my stuff in her spare bedroom.
I walked into the living room, and sat on the couch, texting Brendon.
'Brendon, are you awake? I'm boreddd!' I sent, waiting for a response.
'Yes, babe. I'm awake. What do you want to do?' He asked.
'Umm, I don't know. What's on your mind?' I asked.
'Well, it would be good for your college options to actually go to school. You have like three days left.' He sent.
'Nahh, I'm exempt from these tests, so graduation is tomorrow. Want to come? :)'
From the living room, I could see Nicole cooking breakfast.
I smiled, and turned my attention back to my phone.
'Yes! Do you wanna go eat breakfast?' He sent, as I sent a text agreeing.
I walked back into the spare bedroom, and changed clothes, did my makeup, and fixed my hair.
When I was done, I grabbed my car keys, and put them in my pocket.
"Hey, Isabelle, breakfast is ready." I hear Nicole saying.
"Oh, actually Brendon is here, and we are going to eat." I reply.
"Oh, yeah. Okay, have fun." She says, making herself a plate.
I walk out the front door, to see Brendon's car pulling in the driveway.
I get in the passenger side, and smiled.
Brendon reached over the console of the car, and kissed my cheek.
"I missed you." He said, sweetly.
"It has been twelve hours, but I missed you too." I say, kissing his cheek, then pulling back into my seat, and putting my seat belt on.
He smiles, and pulls out of the driveway easily.
"So, where are we going, my lady?" He asks, interlocking our fingers in one hand, and driving with another.
"Wherever Brendon wants to!" I say, smiling.
"Um, no. I pay, you choose." He says, smiling also.
"That really good cafe on main street." I say.
"Okay. Something to tell you." He says.
"Is it bad?" I ask.
He shakes his head.
"You were a cute freshman." He says, smiling.
"You remember me from our giant high school three years ago?" I ask, raising and eyebrow.
"Well, no. But, I found my senior yearbook, and you were three grades down. You were a cute freshman." He says, smiling.
"Oh, well then what am I now?" I ask, giggling.
"A beautiful nineteen year-old." He replies, kissing my hand.
