*Author's Note: Oh my gosh thank you so much for the 100 reviews! I was so happy; I think I cried through some of them! You all are little angels to me, and not because you reviewed, but because you're just so kind. I know I'm ruining the whole new story feel, but I just want to express my gratitude. Okay, enjoy!*

Bailey's Point of View

"So...how do I look?"

I look up from my book, and sigh, definitely annoyed.

My roommate spun around in her 400th dress she tried on. And every time she would ask me the same question. Trust me, its tiring to say the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over...

"Amazing, as usual."

"Bailey! This is serious!"

"It's just a stupid dance." I recoiled from her outburst.

Angelina's eyes widened and she gasped.

Clearly, my best friend was a little too dramatic.

"Stupid dance? STUPID DANCE?" Angelina put her hands on her hips. "Not my fault you're a buzz kill. Not everyone spends their night after graduation in their room, reading."

"Please, Angelina. These five years of Yale taught me life-long lessons, and gave me cherished memories."

"Bailey, staying four hours with a professor after school is not a 'cherished memory.'" She groaned, sounding a lot like my old roommate London, and twirled around in her white, elegant dress then looked at me.

"Have you really always hated dances?"

"Dances are so high school." I dismissed.

"Yeah, but graduation dances are not. It's a once in a lifetime offer, that you are refusing." She pressed her lips together in protest. "Come on! Five years of studying at Yale and you think you'll want to have some fun the night you get your degree?"

"Who would I even go with, to start off?"

"You could go with Arthur, or Peter, or..."

"I could not go."

I put down the energy drink I was holding and stood up.

"But seriously, I think this dress suits you. You should wear it." I changed the subject.

She grinned. "Do you think Matthew would like it?"

Matthew Taylors was evidently, her boyfriend for the entire five years here. Personally, he seems a bit like not Angelina's type, but do I really want to get into her social life? She rarely talks to me about Cody; I won't criticize her about Matthew.

Moving on, studies at Yale were, well, challenging. Most of the time, Angelina and I would be at separate corners of our room, doing work, once we didn't even speak for a whole week. Angelina was very kind and smart, and the daughter of one of the professors here. We helped each other sometimes with projects and essays, but we both are better independent, so helping doesn't happen often. However, in the end, we all got Master's Degrees, which pays off the hard work.

I sat back down on my bed and turned my interest back on my book. About fifteen minutes later, a knock was at our door.

"Oh my gosh!" Angelina squealed.

I sighed, opening the door for her.

"Hey Matthew." I greeted

"Hi. Great speech at the graduation."

I smiled. "Thanks."

Everyone in my class had to say a few words in acknowledgment of our years at the university, and mine was particularly long, describing all of my professors, friends and family. I feared the audience will fall asleep, but apparently, they didn't.

It was nice to accomplish something so great like this. Like a massive weight on my shoulders were lifted.

"Here's Angelina. Have fun." I waved goodbye to the happy couple, and closed the door again.

I sat back down on my bed, and took out my reading book from inside the drawer, and began to dive into the novel.

I must have fallen asleep, because I awoke to the sound of my phone ringing. Hesitantly, I look over at a clock, surprised that it was 11 o'clock in the night. Confused on who would be calling me in such a late hour, I looked at the caller ID.

Cody Martin

I scramble up, knocked the book I was reading, hard on the floor. Unblinking, I stare at my phone preciously, almost not moving.

It wasn't then that it dawned to me the call would go to voicemail if I didn't answer soon.

"Hello?" I answered, cautiously.

"Hey Bailey. Remember me?"

I laughed at his teasing voice over the phone.

"Always."

"Good. So I was wondering, how was graduation?"

"It was great. Wish you could be here though. How was yours?"

"Dull. The graduation speech was nothing compared to ours."

I blushed, being so thankful that he couldn't see me.

"Anyway, why are you calling me now? Aren't you supposed to be sleeping, or preparing for tomorrow?"

I could almost see Cody shrug.

"I think talking to you is more important." There was a rummaging sound in the background, and then Cody spoke again. "Can you do me a favour?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"Well, Yale has this park next to it, correct?"

"Yes..."

"I asked a friend of mine, close to there to leave something for you."

"Aww...Cody, you didn't have to."

"Well I did. So can you go and retrieve it?"

I turned back to my clock to look at my clock, unsure.

"It's getting pretty dark out. I don't think I should." I hesitated.

"Trust me, it'll be worthwhile."

"...If you say so." I reluctantly agreed. I went down to the main floor, and out the lobby, all the while, staying on the phone.

Jogging past the parking lot, I realized how cool the early summer air was during the night. The streets were enlightened by the city lights, wind blowing past my face. I located the park nearby, still confused why Cody was so insistent on me arriving here.

I looked around, once I was inside, slightly disappointed.

"There's nothing here." I muttered.

"Oh did I say something? Sorry, I meant...someone."

There was a click in the phone, and I knew he hanged up. Retreating, I put my cell phone back in my pocket, unaware, until I heard something rustling in the back.

Two arms wrapped around my waist and I squealed in delight. I didn't have to face him to know who it was.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, breathless.

"To see you. You know, now that you're all grown up and graduated."

I turned to him, helplessly fixed to a smile.

"How in the world did you come here?"

"I drove."

My jaw hung open. "All the way from Florida?"

"You're worth it." His face leaned closer to mine. "Even though it's horribly bad for the environment."

"But don't you have to pack your things for going back home?"

"Did that days ago. I was looking forward to this the minute I walked in the school."

"Well that's a long wait."

"You're absolutely correct. So make this memorable."

Our lips collided, and almost immediately, my heart stopped. It was like the entire world was waiting, was watching, the two separated lovers connect. Cody's arms were still around mine, I put my hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer. It was a frozen moment, completely ours to keep.

When we pulled apart, both of us were dazed.

"I still can't believe you're here." I commented.

Cody smiled. "Show me around. I never had been in your room before."

"So, I'm guessing the messier side is...Angelina's?"

After a thorough tour of the university, we arrived at my room. Strange, but Cody's never been inside of Yale before. We've met outside of our schools, like at my house, or his.

"Yup. But you can't honestly blame her. Yale's hard work."

Cody sighed.

"Too bad I didn't get to experience it."

I crossed my arms, and stared at him.

"Come on, you can't seriously still be upset over that stupid application."

"You're right." Cody reached for a bag I didn't even see him carry. "Before I go, I have something to give you."

I paused. "Oh, no, Cody, you didn't have to..."

Opening it, he revealed a small envelope.

"A graduation present." He handed me the gift.

I shook it a bit, and then sat down on my bed to open it.

I ripped the side of the letter, and emptied out the contents.

Plane tickets.

A smile began to form on my lips.

A vacation. I thought.

The smile automatically vanished when I read where the tickets were addressed.

Paris, France

Fly Date: July 10th, 2016

WestJet Airlines

"Paris...on the day of our anniversary..." I mumbled.

Cody seemed alert by this, and came to put his arm around me. "It's not what you think...I just, well after graduation, I just want us to give Paris another chance. I mean, it is the city of love."

"Right." I drop the tickets on my desk.

I still felt uncertain. I know I shouldn't care about breaking up with Cody anymore, that was a long time ago, but it didn't feel right that Cody chose Paris on the night of our anniversary together.

"Thanks," I paused before adding "I agree."

He seems to be relaxed by this, and gave a final goodbye before leaving.

He didn't know I was lying.

I covered my pillow over my face. It would be 2 hours before Angelina would be back.
The strange sensation was a bit overwhelming.

Paris. Anniversary.

The two words were like a forgotten memory at the back of my head, now echoing in my mind.

To be continued...

*Author's Note: So, what do you think for a first chapter? Oh, and one more thing. I haven't been to college (yet) and I certainly won't go to Yale. So the locations and terms about Yale used in this chapter are completely made by me, but not exactly true.

Gosh, I'm so nervous right now, I'm shaking...what if people don't like it? (crosses fingers)*