❝Life is unpredictable. Not everything's in our control. But as long as you're with the right people, you can handle anything.❞ -Amy Santiago, Brooklyn 99
I always knew what I wanted to do when I grew up. Or, at least, I thought I knew. I used to want to be a veterinarian, like every other ten year old. As time passed, I eventually realized the only thing I had in common with a veterinarian was that I liked animals.
The older I got, the more uncertain I became. As high school draws closer to ending, the adults begin to ask more frequently what I want to be. The hesitation inside of me can no longer be hidden. I keep waiting for that day where everything would just click and fall into place, as if it were never broken before, but it hasn't happened yet and I'm not sure it ever really will.
The only thing I've ever been certain about is Noah.
"You know what I thought the first time I ever laid eyes on you?" Noah lays beside me on my bed, playing with a strand of my hair. "Goddamn, that's one gorgeous girl. Not quite out of my league, since no girl is, but if one were to be, it'd be her."
"Shut up, I am out of your league," I say back. "You're lucky I decided to settle. I could've had Damon."
"Anyone could have Damon."
"Not you."
"Wanna bet?" He grins mischievously.
"I only have eight dollars in my bank account."
"Good thing you're pretty. You can marry rich."
I hit him with my pillow and he makes a noise of exasperation. "You're lucky you got me. Never forget that."
He suddenly turns serious, "I know I am. Which is why I refuse to let distance ruin us. If you want us to work as badly as I want us to, then tell me now before I let you break my heart in three months."
"If we're meant to be, this will work out in the end," I look at him sadly, unsure what else to say. "I'm not saying it's going to be easy, but I love you and that's all I really know."
I can hear the smile in Noah's voice, "you've been saying a lot of cliché things recently. I think we spend too much time together."
"All the time in the world would never be enough." I simply say.
Who let me be this smooth?
"So, what? Are we really continuing whatever this is without a title?"
"What do you want us to be?" I ask him.
"I know what I want us to be, but I need to know that you're there with me. A relationship takes two people and all their efforts."
"If we get together just to break up in three months, that would hurt more than just simply saying goodbye." I speak rationally.
"Who says we have to break up?"
"Long distance rarely ever works, Noah. It's difficult and complicated."
"Then let's be a rarity," he says gently. "In three months, it doesn't have to be goodbye. I've always hated goodbyes."
"Then what will it be?"
"It'll be until we meet again," He says after a pause. "I don't think distance could ever make me stop loving you."
"I feel the same way..." I murmur. "So, we're doing this? We're going to be together?"
He smiles like an angel and pulls a red rose from his backpack, offering it to me, "Diana Elington, can I be your boyfriend?"
I smile shyly and take the rose, feeling imminent joy as I say, "yes."
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