I'll be right here, waiting for you

Chapter 2

Royce

As I watch her car drive farther and farther into the horizon, my heart sinks a little deeper in my chest. Why did we have to do this to each other? Going to different colleges is like throwing a live grenade into our relationship. I know neither of us want to end our relationship, but long distance will be scary.

  I already long for her touch and it has been all of 5 minutes. Her car is long out of view at this point. I slowly begin to drag my feet towards my car, they feel heavy like boulders.  Why couldn't I be a genius like her, then I would be able to get into Yale with her, I wouldn't have been turned down like I was. I did apply, I just didn't tell her, I didn't want her to get her hopes up and then have them shattered by the board of admissions.

  I gently open the car door and slide myself into the seat, I feel the sudden urge to bawl my eyes out as I think of Jas flying away from me and away from her life here. Before I know it,  quiet tears slowly fall into my lap, I try to stop but they seem pretty persistent on coming out, I sit there for what feels like hours just waiting for my grief to pass, It doesn't. 

  A very high pitch cellphone ringtone startles me out of my pity party, i look at the name on my brightly lit cellphone, it's Jasmine, my heart skips a beat. I quickly clear my throat the best I can to make it seem like i'm completely fine and i'm not bawling my eyes out. "Hello" I say into my phone pretending that I didn't see the caller ID before answering. " Hey babe, I already miss you, i'm up for boarding right away and I just wanted to say a final goodbye before I go" her voice rings through the phone, "Well I miss you to gorgeous, are you excited?" I say on the very edge of tears. " Yea, i'm really pumped honestly, and for your information, I am anything but gorgeous right now, I think the stress is finally getting to me" she mutters to me "Well, i'm positive you still look like a angel and I really wish I could see you right now" I say. " I wish you came with, I need my Royce fix right about now" her voice is heavy with pain and sorrow, she misses me too I think. " Well, I better get going, they just called my flight to board, I'll call you as soon as i'm settled" she says through the phone, i'm suddenly very aware of the stress in her voice. " Alright, I guess I should let you go, I love you" I say through the phone feeling lost without her touch, " I love you more" she says, " I love you most" i quietly say to the phone before ending the call. Time to get back to my pity party.

  I finally manage to leave my car after sitting in my driveway for 45 minutes just sulking. I don't know why i'm in such rough shape, me and Jasmine live a ways  away from each other and I don't think I've ever missed someone as much as I miss Jasmine right at this moment. My arms long to embrace her and my lips miss the heat and touch of hers.  As I approach the front door, I hear murmurs coming form inside, I quietly open the door trying not to disturb anything that may be going on. The door is quiet so I successfully get to the kitchen without interrupting anything, although as I walk past the living room, I come across my brother with his lips pressed to the mouth of a skinny girl with blonde curls that drape down her back, It gets quite intense so I make a decision for the team by not getting a drink from the fridge and heading to the pantry instead.

   I grab a bag of  sun-chips, they were  Jasmine's favorite, ugh, everything reminds me of her. I'm secretly terrified we won't be able to make long distance work and our relationship will end abruptly and we won't be able to truly express our feelings, I walk the long staircase up to the second level of the massive house that we live in, sometimes i wish we lived in a smaller house and that my dad didn't have suck a huge important job, it would have been nice if he were home sometime in my childhood or supported my job choice or even got to know me. It's pretty late for that I think as i reach the top of the stairs and head the direction of my bedroom.

  My door swings shut behind me with excessive force as I practically throw it, I fall into my bed, emotionally exhausted from my day. 

After laying there for a few minutes, I hear the sound of someone dragging their feet up the stairs, it was probably just my brother, Jason. Suddenly, my brother barges into my room, he can barely walk straight as he stumbles towards me, he's clearly tipsy.