The Bucketlist

Epilogue

*******1 Year Later ********

"This is it I thought to myself, It's now or never" I thought to myself as I got out of my car. I closed the door, and started to walk up to the wooden door, German's door. 

As I began to walk closer I just knew this was a bad idea, But like he said When I come back we can be together like we wanted to be. I lifted my arm ready to knock on the door, I could feel my hand trembling at my side and my heart being to beat faster. 

I began to think back at all the good times we had before I left, Our last summer. I missed him so much when I was away, I even wrote a song about him. and I listen to his advice not to fall for any ones accent and surprise surprise I found out some man did just put on an accent to impress me, I could see right through him. 

God I missed him. I wonder if any one has moved on since I left, all I know is that Violetta has moved on from Leon and actually is with Maxi now, which really surprised me because well, I always thought that Maxi would end up with Naty. But I guess a lot can change.

I really hope German hasn't moved on, I was just so glad that he saw me crying outside the studio which might sound stupid but if he didn't I would of probably would of had a crap summer all alone. This may sound even more stupid but I am also kind of glad that Jackie kissed Pablo as well because if she didn't I would of have to of done all of the things I did with German but with Pablo, which in my opinion would of probably linked to either arguing or crying or both and probably over something stupid, But Like my aunt told me "Everything happens for a reason" and I guess Jackie kissing Pablo was a Good enough reason for me to end up with German. 

But now to think about it how do I not know that German has got back with Jade or Esmeralda, what if that bitch has come back, Who knows. All I know is that both of them hate me. 'okay I thought to myself, this was a bad idea, but I need to do something I never brake my promises'.

All I did was got a piece of paper from my bag which had the song written on and slid it through the letterbox in the door. I didn't want to knock just in case people have moved on. 

I turned away and started to walk away, I was just about to open my car door when I heard it.

"Our last summer by Angeles Cararra, I never thought you write a song about me, Angie" I turned around so fast, And there He was smiling at me.