him.
One And Only
“So, what’s your schedule this year?” I asked. It was the first question school-related that I asked all summer. He was driving us towards North California, back to our schools. Don’t get me wrong, we only lived an hour from each other but I was so used to seeing him every day and I felt like if we didn’t talk about it, we didn’t have to deal with it.
We spent the summer of senior year in the Fiji islands as well, then we moved into our respective schools. At first, Ryan couldn’t resist and would drive over to our dorms every day after his classes and sometimes even in the middle of the night then wake up early in the morning to drive back to the house he was living in - in Berkeley for school. But after awhile, I scolded him, since it would get him tired.
It eventually eased into him visiting me or me visiting him 4 to 5 times a week, and frequent phone calls, whining how much he missed me, and vice versa.
We spent our breaks together or would fly down to South California to visit my brother and his girlfriend who were both attending UCLA. We would usually drive over to Tahoe and snowboard during the season which was usually every other weekend, causing us to go to school sore.
We spent out spring break AKA Anniversary in Paris, just like the other year and it was nice. Memories and everything came rushing back. As if it kept the love fresh and exciting. Just like that first day in Paris.
So far, we haven’t had a major fight. Just small ones and we couldn’t stay mad at each other anyways. I liked it that way.
“What are you thinking about?” Ryan asked, rubbing circles on my hand.
I snapped out of my trance and noticed that I was smiling. I looked over at him, and my smile grew wider (if that was even possible). “Oh nothing, just thinking how fast time is flying,” I said. “And how much I love you, of course,” I grinned sheepishly.
He squeezed my hand and glanced at me with a smile. “Damn you’re so adorable. I wanna pull over right now and kiss you,” he chuckled.
“How about when we get there? Because I still have to drive back to Palo Alto,” I frowned, remembering that I left my car at his place.
“Fine,” he sighed and he took the exit on Claremont avenue, and went towards Claremont where they had huge houses close to the college. We got all my stuff out of his Jeep Commander and into my grey audi A4. “Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you there?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah. You already drove and you barely got any sleep. That jet lag must be killing you too. I’ll get unpacked then maybe bring some dinner later?” I smiled at him.
“I’ll get some sleep then I’ll bring you dinner. I don’t want you driving late,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“You really need to stop worrying,” I said putting my arms around his neck.
“How can I stop worrying? Have you seen yourself?” he chuckled, kissing my forehead - making my whole body tingle and caused my stomach to get stomping rhinoceros butterflies.
“A few times,” I said staring right into his eyes as he looked down at me
“I’m gonna miss you,” he pouted.
“I know, I’m gonna miss you too,” I pouted and pulled on his collar, pulling him down to kiss me. “I hate that I’m so short,” I mumbled on his lips.
“Well I love it,” he said as he took my hands and wrapped it around his neck, pulling me closer to him. We were leaning on the commander, until he pulled away. “You should go now or else I won’t let you leave,” he mumbled.
I sighed and hugged him for a little while until he stepped back, giving me room to walk to my car. “I’ll see you later?” I asked hopefully.
“No doubt,” he said as he walked me to my car, and opened the door. I smiled at him, as I took the driver’s seat and he closed it. I started the engine and rolled down the window. He
One And Only
“So, what’s your schedule this year?” I asked. It was the first question school-related that I asked all summer. He was driving us towards North California, back to our schools. Don’t get me wrong, we only lived an hour from each other but I was so used to seeing him every day and I felt like if we didn’t talk about it, we didn’t have to deal with it.
We spent the summer of senior year in the Fiji islands as well, then we moved into our respective schools. At first, Ryan couldn’t resist and would drive over to our dorms every day after his classes and sometimes even in the middle of the night then wake up early in the morning to drive back to the house he was living in - in Berkeley for school. But after awhile, I scolded him, since it would get him tired.
It eventually eased into him visiting me or me visiting him 4 to 5 times a week, and frequent phone calls, whining how much he missed me, and vice versa.
We spent our breaks together or would fly down to South California to visit my brother and his girlfriend who were both attending UCLA. We would usually drive over to Tahoe and snowboard during the season which was usually every other weekend, causing us to go to school sore.
We spent out spring break AKA Anniversary in Paris, just like the other year and it was nice. Memories and everything came rushing back. As if it kept the love fresh and exciting. Just like that first day in Paris.
So far, we haven’t had a major fight. Just small ones and we couldn’t stay mad at each other anyways. I liked it that way.
“What are you thinking about?” Ryan asked, rubbing circles on my hand.
I snapped out of my trance and noticed that I was smiling. I looked over at him, and my smile grew wider (if that was even possible). “Oh nothing, just thinking how fast time is flying,” I said. “And how much I love you, of course,” I grinned sheepishly.
He squeezed my hand and glanced at me with a smile. “Damn you’re so adorable. I wanna pull over right now and kiss you,” he chuckled.
“How about when we get there? Because I still have to drive back to Palo Alto,” I frowned, remembering that I left my car at his place.
“Fine,” he sighed and he took the exit on Claremont avenue, and went towards Claremont where they had huge houses close to the college. We got all my stuff out of his Jeep Commander and into my grey audi A4. “Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you there?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah. You already drove and you barely got any sleep. That jet lag must be killing you too. I’ll get unpacked then maybe bring some dinner later?” I smiled at him.
“I’ll get some sleep then I’ll bring you dinner. I don’t want you driving late,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“You really need to stop worrying,” I said putting my arms around his neck.
“How can I stop worrying? Have you seen yourself?” he chuckled, kissing my forehead - making my whole body tingle and caused my stomach to get stomping rhinoceros butterflies.
“A few times,” I said staring right into his eyes as he looked down at me
“I’m gonna miss you,” he pouted.
“I know, I’m gonna miss you too,” I pouted and pulled on his collar, pulling him down to kiss me. “I hate that I’m so short,” I mumbled on his lips.
“Well I love it,” he said as he took my hands and wrapped it around his neck, pulling me closer to him. We were leaning on the commander, until he pulled away. “You should go now or else I won’t let you leave,” he mumbled.
I sighed and hugged him for a little while until he stepped back, giving me room to walk to my car. “I’ll see you later?” I asked hopefully.
“No doubt,” he said as he walked me to my car, and opened the door. I smiled at him, as I took the driver’s seat and he closed it. I started the engine and rolled down the window. He
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