Dream Big (Sequel to Dreamer)

Chapter Thirteen

Tia's POV

I was laughing with Nathan, having barely touched my food. "They really named it Frank?" He asked, wheezing with laughter. I nodded, laughing too hard to verbally answer. "You really out did yourself this time, Tia. Oh, man." He clears his throat, and we both take a bite of our food. I swallow, and thank him for helping me. "You'll have to come see me in Canada sometimes. I can get Shawn to let you stay in the guest room, and I'll pay for your plane tickets if I can." I tell Nathan, and he promises to visit. "Things aren't going to be the same without you, Tia." Nathan tells me, and I nod. "I know, and it's hard leaving, but it wouldn't be right to stay. Not-" I start, but I see my dad's truck pull up. I snatch two $20 bills out of my purse and on to the table, and tell Nathan we need to leave now or we'll never get to Atlanta. He grabs my hand and we sneak out the side door. I had already put my bags in his car, luckily. I pull my hood up, and climb in the passenger's side. We pull out of the parking lot, narrowly avoiding being seen. "You know, I've always wanted to help you piss your dad off." Nathan explains, and I laugh. "And here I was, thinking you were scared of him." I sass sarcastically. "Oh, yeah. Human pin cushion over hear is totally afraid of your dad." He replies back sarcastically. "It's not my fault dad doesn't like me to have human canvases as my friends, especially when they jokingly call me a bitch on a regular basis." I sass back, laughing. "Nah, he just doesn't believe in being friends with your exes." He says smoothly, and I shake my head with a smile. "You're not wrong there." I tell him, punching him in the arm. "We never can catch a break, can we?" He says with a chuckle. "No, we can't." I sigh, laying my head on his shoulder. Nathan puts his arm around me, and we drive quietly. "You'll have to come visit me too." He tells me, and I nod. Yet, somewhere deep inside me, I knew this would be goodbye. I could feel it, and I knew Nathan thought so too. Suddenly, an old, yet familiar song plays on the radio, and I turn the volume up.

"I can hear the truck tires
coming up the gravel road" I wrapped my arms tighter around his arm that he had around me.

"And its not like her to drive that slow,
nothings on the radio
Footsteps on the front porch,
I hear my doorbell
She usually comes right in,
now I can tell
Here comes goodbye," I can already feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

"here comes the last time
Here comes the start of every sleepless night
The first of every tear I'm gonna cry
Here comes the pain,
here comes me wishing things
had never changed
And she was right here in my arms tonight,
but here comes goodbye" Nathan hugs me closer, and I could hear him clearing his throat.

"I can hear her say I love you
like it was yesterday
And I can see it written on her face
that she had never felt this way" I sniff

"One day I thought I'd see her
with her daddy by her side
And violins would play
here comes the bride" Nathan clears his throat again

"Here comes goodbye,
here comes the last time
Here comes the start of every sleepless night
The first of every tear I'm gonna cry
Here comes the pain,
here comes me wishing things
had never changed
And she was right here in my arms tonight,
but here comes goodbye" I began to sing, strained voice, tears, and all.

"Why does it have to go from good to gone?
Before the lights turn on, yeah
and you're left alone
All alone, but here comes goodbye" Nathan began to sing with me, and I knew he was struggling not to cry with me, keeping that bad boy composure of his.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh
Here comes goodbye,
here comes the last time
Here comes the start of every sleepless night
The first of every tear I'm gonna cry
Here comes the pain,
here comes me wishing things
had never changed
And she was right here in my arms tonight,
but here comes goodbye..." as the song fades out I turn the radio off, thankful to be pulling into the parking lot of the bus station. I wiped my eyes, and I felt Nathan give one more squeeze before he let go of me and I pulled away. I clear my throat, and Nathan does too. What we were thinking, it would always go unsaid, but it didn't need to be said. We were each other's first loves. You never stop loving your true first love. We both new that we still loved each other. We both knew this was going to hurt, but we also both knew it wouldn't be right if we didn't do this together. We needed this closure. Nathan and I got out of the car, and began to get the bags. "For someone moving to Canada, you don't have a lot of stuff. How are you getting the rest of it up there?" He asked me, and I put my backpack on. "This is all I'm taking. Cali and her stuff is already heading up to Canada for the quarantine. My parents think she's off getting fixed." I tell him, and he looks at me in shock. "It's just clothes, hair supplies, and memorabilia." I tell him, shrugging. Suddenly, his hat is on my head. "Take that with you." He tells me, and I smile at him as tears well up in my eyes. "You're going to make me cry again." I tell him, and he hugs me. We go look for our bus, and I'm holding the tickets. Once we spot it we just stand beside it until we're allowed to load the luggage.