"Hey," you said, shutting the mini fridge door and coming to sit beside me with a bottle of water in your hand.
"Hm?"
You took a swig out of the bottle and passed it to me so I could have a drink. I took a gulp and handed it back to you so you could put the cap on. "We graduate tomorrow."
I sighed, wiping my mouth. "Yeah, we do."
The room was silent except for the sound of our breathing as we thought about this.
Tomorrow would be my last day in this dorm. Tomorrow, you and I would be moving to Clearwater, Florida.
I grabbed my laptop and loaded a picture of the city before showing it to you. "We will be a resident here," I pointed to the picture.
You gave me a huge smile. "I can't wait." We were quiet again before you said something else. "I have good news."
I was hopeful about your next words. "Tell me."
You took a deep breath before a full-blown grin spread across your face. "I got the job."
An audible gasp shot out of my mouth before I could even try to keep it inside. "No way."
You nodded and stood up. "I got the job!"
I stood up and threw myself at you, but you didn't budge. "I'm so proud of you."
I looked up and you kissed my lips. "Have you heard back from the marine lab yet?"
I shook my head. "They said it would take at least three weeks, and it's only been two."
"Well, you'll get it. It won't be long until we'll be out of that apartment and into a house."
I scoffed. "You don't even know if we got the apartment yet."
I pulled away and walked towards the mini fridge, looking to see if there was anything in there I could make us to eat, but it looked like we'd be heading off campus tonight. "Yeah, I have."
The fridge slammed shut as I snapped my head towards you. "What?"
"We got the apartment, baby. We're going to be living in apartment 13B."
And once again, I jumped into your arms.
Hello, my dear reader! We are free from drama for a little longer, but not too much longer. Chapter 50 will contain some juicy stuff, so hold your horses until then.
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Fiksi Remaja"You know those super cliche' stories where there's that bad boy who meets the good girl?" I nodded and you went on. "Well, I'm kind of like the bad boy- just dialed down by about forty percent." "Well, you don't seem so bad to me," I replied. Som...
