Mr Blue and me...

Graduation

2 and a half years later

The time all university students across the world are waiting for,has come for me and my girls: FUCKING GRADUATION, MATE!!

Allow me to do a little throwback...

When I was settled in Anthony's house, I started looking for a job. He wanted to put me as his assistant, but the university didn't agree, so I did what I knew best: Singing at a local bar. The summer after the 4th semester was a real success. I spent a month with Anthony's family, meaning his sister, his brother in law and they're kids, his mom and the family dog. After that, I went to Italy with the girls for a week, where we met some guys that were also from Texas and were in Italy for vacation: Steve, Fillip and Peter.
The result was that Stella got in a relationship with Steve, Emma with Fillip and Kate with Peter. Rafa already had a girlfriend, so now we're all settled!

In August, the owner of a banquet hall came to the bar I was singing and offered me to sing at his wedding receptions. Of course I accepted! The money of every wedding reception was more than what I earned in a month at the bar. Now, 2 years later from this perfect summer, Emma, Stella, Kate and I are getting ready to go to our graduation. Rafa and my dad are already there.

As I'm getting ready I'm singing, making Anthony smile

"Sweetie,u know I enjoy your singing,but we have to go!" I hear him say outside my walk-in closet door,over me singing Confident by Demi Lovato. Oh, I didn't tell u? WE HAVE A WALK-IN CLOSET!! Basically, 2...





"I'm coming!!" I say in a singing tone, and I could swear I heard him laughing! Few secs later, I'm getting out of the room

"I don't know if it's appropriate for the occasion..." I say doubtfully



















"It's perfect,sweetheart, but it won't be visible under your graduation gown..."

"Do I really need to wear it??"

"Yes, When the Dean will call your name, u'll have to be wearing it..."

"Ok then, I'll wear it the minute we'll go in the banquet hall, and when we get out, I'll get it off"

"Ugh...fine! But please, don't get the Dean mad...he is still holding a grudge against u!"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, he is still pretty disappointed in u...he really liked u!"

"Well, if he can't get past it, it's not my fault..."

"Anyways...can we go now?"

"Yes,let's go" I say and we leave.

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A couple of hours later, we're all sitting in grade-order, meaning that it goes according to our grade. Stella, for example, is first, since she got the highest grade. I'm number 12, but in my case it's because there are 7 more people with the same grade as me, and in this case it goes alphabetically. As the Dean, the President of our department and then Stella, the valedictorian give their speeches, I'm texting with Anthony about how funny the President's tie looks