| "Damn. We're really never going to see each other again." Bianca said as she let go of him. Foster hoped like hell it wasn't true. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, inside and out, and for him to hear that sounded like twelve consecutive gut punches.
"Don't say that. My senior trip, I'll come to Italy and we'll get hammered together." Foster searched for an option. He used his senior trip as a fleeting grasp at straws to get an excuse to see the beautiful girl standing in front of him. Bianca's eyes lit up.
"Yess! We'll get so wasted. I can't wait." The graduation hat on her head shifted as she excitedly agreed.
"I'm super proud of you. I'm gonna miss you a ton." Foster wrapped Bianca in a tight hug.
"Don't make me cry." Bianca looked up at him. Foster briefly considered kissing her, but swatted away that thought. He didn't let go. People walked by. Some stared. He didn't care. This was the woman of his dreams, and this was the last time he'd see her until she ventured into the great unknown of Europe again.
"I love you." Foster muttered to her. No response. Her head was buried into his chest and her graduate's cap was shifted awkwardly on her head. It was indicative of their relationship, or what Foster believed they had. |
just a lil snippet. probably wont be a full product but ive been workin