(Did you know that I'm gonna end this book?)
** Third Person's P.O.V **
After the series of events, school was back again. The two were finally back at it again. Life is unpredictable if you dont know the consequences to it. School finally ended, so they waited for they 3rd year of college together. PJ went for Film Studies(A/n: liek me XD) and Fresh went for Knowledge of different fields of Science, most likely to be scientist.
They went set off to their different career paths, bot seeing each other anymore. But, when they finished. They planned of trying to meet each other at their old school, the day they met.
PJ was standing outside, waiting for him as a new batch of students walked past him. The school has renovated and it looked better than before. PJ was a successful YouTuber, vlogging about his life. He even mentioned Fresh as his cute boyfriend. He told his viewers about their love story and how it happened. PJ wad a little embarrassed but easy positive about it.
PJ looked different now, he was much taller than before, he looked more handsome, he is successful in life now. Most of all, he misses Fresh so badly, they kept in touch and never stopped texting, calling, and video chatting.
“Hey PJ”
PJ turned to look at who called him. There, he stood there, with a lab coat. He is nerdy as ever. They stood there in silence. PJ suddenly ran up to him and hugged him.
“I miss you so much”
Fresh hugged him back, giving him a peck on the cheek. “I miss you too” They stayed that position for a few minutes, embracing each other in their arms. “I just noticed that you're still shorter than me” PJ blurted out of the blue. Fresh pulled away from the hug, hid hand on his chest with a hurt expression.
“You're so mean!!”
“I already am” PJ chuckled, Fresh has gotten more cuter these passed few years. They were both adults now.
“Let's go somewhere”
“Where?”
“Its a secret, I can't tell you”
“meanie!”
“I told you, I already am”
PJ took Fresh's hand and led him to his car. PJ drove to a secret and secluded place that Fresh had never seen before.
“What are we gonna do here?”
“I can't tell you either”
“Why not?”
“It's a secret”
Fresh muttered a few word under his breath. Who can't PJ tell him? Fresh wondered what would they do there, stay there late until they see firelfies come out? Watch the sunset? Pick some flowers, chase each other until they get tired? Are they gonna do camping? A picnic? A small surprise party or something? Is it a secret garden? Who knows. Maybe it's none of those.
As they reached their destination, Fresh noticed that there's a pastel pink gazebo covered with roses out in the middle of nowhere.
(Picture from Puzzle Factory)
They hopped off the car and walked towards it. “I see, you're taking me on a date, aren't you?” Fresh guessed, PJ nodded. Giving him a pastel pink bouquet of flowers. It smelled like vanilla.
(Picture from Tumblr)
Fresh blushed. “We never had a date in years, so I wanted to take you in one.” PJ admitted. “Oh, you” Fresh giggled. Fresh thought back at the old times.
They both laughed and chatred until the sun was almost coming down. This was the perfect time. PJ was a little nervous but he had to do it. “Hey, Fresh. I want to tell you something”
“What is it?” Fresh asked, innocently.
PJ pulled Fresh away from his seat, we went down on his knee, warning a small gasp from Fresh.
“Fresh, you make me the happiest man in the world, you are wonderful, beautiful, amazing, smart, adorable, and sweet, you could be the mother of my family, you could be my wife but first..”
“Will you marry me?”
Fresh looked at PJ like he was insane. Fresh jumped onto his arms, screaming “YES, A TRILLION TIMES YES!!!!” Tears formed in his eye sockets. PJ couldn't believe it. He's gonna marry his lover.
“I love you, Fresh”
“I love you too, PJ”
With that, they shared a passionate kiss as the sun came down.
(HOLY SHIITAKE, THEY GETTING MARRIED
AND I STILL DON'T CARE ABOUT THE SCHEDULE)
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