"You look beautiful," Brooklyn said as I walked out of my house. I quickly closed the door so he couldn't see the mess that it was.
"Thank you," I said with a smile. "You don't look half bad yourself."
He grabbed my hand and we walked down the street together. "Are you glad that it is all over?"
"Not at all," I said truthfully. "I am glad the exams are over obviously but I don't want to leave. I want to stay here forever."
"What do you mean leave?" he asked.
"Leave school," I lied. "It feels odd to say that I'm no longer in school. Anyway, where are we going?"
"Do you remember the pizzeria we went to in New York?" he asked me. I nodded as the memories came back. "I found one in London."
I smiled at him as we walked through the crowds. "That was the best pizza I've ever had." We finally got through the crowds of people and to a quieter area.
"I am so glad I've got you," he said to me as we walked. We stopped by a stall selling fresh orange juice on the street. He bought two cartons and handed me one. "I tried imagining what would happen if we had never got together last night but I couldn't. It was odd."
"Why would you even do that?" I asked him with a slight laugh. "It is odd to think about though. We might have never been together, we could have just stayed friends."
"Well, I am glad that we didn't."
"Me too," I agreed sadly. In a few days time we probably wouldn't even be friends. He would probably hate me as much as I hated myself at the moment.
He pulled me down a busier street and inside of a busy restaurant.
"The reservation is under Beckham," he told the waitress at the door. "A table for two."
"Follow me," she said as she looked at Brooklyn. I didn't like the look on her face.
"She fancies you," I told Brooklyn once we had sat down.
"We will have the large pepperoni pizza with a vanilla milkshake and a coke," he told her straight away. "Just like New York."
"You're amazing," I said to him. "How can you even remember that?"
"I'm magic," he said with a wink. The waitress was still standing there. "That's all for now thank you."
"Right," she said before walking away.
"What else can you remember?" I asked him.
"Nine months ago tomorrow we kissed for the first time," he said with a smirk. "I think we should mark that with a big celebration." He winked at me.
I kicked him under the table. "I am not going to sleep with you."
"That is a shame," he answered with a smirk.
"One vanilla milkshake and one coke," the waitress said as she put our drinks in front of us. "Your pizza won't be long."
"Thanks," I said to her and she quickly walked off. "I can't believe I've only known you for nine months."
"I know," he said. "We could've had a child together by now."
"If you make one more sexual reference then I am leaving," I warned him. I sipped my milkshake slowly.
"Would you rather get mauled by a lion or drown to death?" he asked me.
"Mauled by a lion," I said after a while. "What's the worst thing you've done while being drunk?"
"I've never been drunk," he admitted. "What about you?"
"I don't drink enough to get drunk," I answered. "What's the worst thing you've ever done then?"
"I'm a good boy," he said. "I don't do bad things."
"Course you don't," I answered with a laugh. "Tell me something that nobody knows."
"I'm good at maths," he said after a while. "I pretended to be bad at it so you would help me."
"Are you serious?" I questioned with a smirk. "I can't believe you."
"I wanted to spend time with you," he said in defence. "I didn't think you would spend time with me for no reason."
"You should've asked and found out," I said.
"What would you have said?"
"Yes," I answered honestly. "I liked you."
As we ate our pizza we asked each other stupid questions and talked about random topics. It was a lot of fun, the most I'd probably ever have with him.
"So, what plans have you made for the summer?" he asked me.
"None," I lied. I played my ring tone. "I've got to get this. I will be back in five."
I hurried outside and walked about for a bit. I phoned Evie. "I can't do it." I took deep breaths to try and calm myself down but it wasn't working. "He's talking about plans for the summer. What am I meant to say?"
"Ask him what he has got planned," she said as if it was simple. "He must be doing something so talk about that instead."
"I don't think I can do this," I said quietly. "I don't know if I can leave. He remembers the date of when we first kissed. I will never find anyone like him again."
"Don't lose him then," she said. "Now, go back in there and distract him somehow. Don't talk about the future and you will be fine. Don't lose it in front of him. You tell him your mother was just checking up on you and nothing else."
"Thank you."
"It's fine. Now go and do it. Good luck, I love you."
I hung up the phone and went back inside. He was playing around on his phone with an intense look on his face. "Everything alright?" He slipped his phone back in his pocket and slipped his jacket on. "The waitress is starting to freak me out, let's go."
"Just Mum checking up on me," I lied. I ignored the feeling of guilt that was building. "Where are we going?"
"What do we always do?" he asked me. "We're going to watch a DVD of course."
We weren't far from his house so it only took us five minutes to get to his back garden where we let ourselves in. We went straight into the shed and he put a DVD on.
"I love you," I whispered to him. "I want you to remember that always. I love you more than anything."
"I'm always going to remember that because you're always going to be there to remind me," he said with a smile. He kissed me slowly. I couldn't help but think that what he said was wrong. I wouldn't be here in three days. In three days I would be 5,437 miles away in a completely different setting where I didn't know anyone. I really didn't know what I was going to do. That all rested on how Brooklyn reacted when I told him. I just had to hope his reaction would be as positive as it could be.
