I sat waiting anxiously in the folding chair with my sweaty palms clasped together in anticipation. I stole a glance at Patricia, sitting calmly and cooly next to me. I still couldn't get over her, with her neat red hair curled behind her ear and that smile that people would pay millions to have for themselves. My stomach did little flip-flops inside me. In exactly thirty minutes, I would be on my own. Eighteen, young and wild, ready to be free! Proud parents and friends chattered loudly in the crowd, clapping at each announcement. It was a hot July day, hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk. It didn't help me one bit, sitting there in a navy blue graduation robe and cap, waiting for my name to be called.
"Fabian Rutter," the voice of my father rang out. Fabian stepped up proudly, twisting his cap to the other side. Nina whistled. I clapped for my roommate.
"Amber Millington," Amber stood up and flipped her long, blonde hair. She batted her eyes at Alfie, who clapped wildly at the announce of his girlfriend's graduation.
"Jerome Clark," Jerome's eyes sparkled. As Mara's name was called, Jerome wooped and waved hysterically at her. The names barely went through to me as I watched each of my friends leave Anubis House one by one, ready to face their own destinies.
My hand crept over to Patricia. I cautiously embraced her. She squeezed back.
"Patricia..." The world grew silent. I only had eyes for her as she walked effortlessly up to my dad. Nothing wake mattered as I clapped for her. She beamed her trademark smile and looked more beautiful then ever. I loved her. I began to grow dizzy as I waited for my turn.
"Eddie Miller," finally. I stood up shakily, unsure of what to do. I mindlessly walked over to my own dad. I was nervous as I stared out at the huge crowd. One of them was Patricia, waving and jumping up and down for me. For Slimeball the American. I flashed back to the day we met. The day she masqueraded to hate me. The day she kissed me. Mr. Sweet's voice interrupted my dreams.
"I'm proud of you, son." I smiled and turned the tussel to the other side. Everything went by in a flash. Suddenly, I was being pulled away by some one. Patricia. She pulled me behind the building. Away from the screaming crown a into the sweltering heat. Without warning, she pulled me close to her. We kissed. Her presence had never felt so good before, and I enjoyed it.
"I love you, Yacker."
"You too, Weasel." She pressed her lips against mine. It was nice to know that she still loved me. To kiss her without preparing for some shocking remark. She kissed me because she loved me, and that was all that mattered in that one moment.
"I have something to tell you." She said, pulling away.
"Yes?" I answered, still in a trance.
"Remember the application I sent in to Harvard?" She asked. Her voice revealed a hint of excitement.
"What?" I questioned with hope." She was silent fir several minutes until she couldn't hold it in anymore. She whipped out a white envolope that had been tore right down the middle already. I eagerly grabbed it, though I already had a feeling of its content. My eyes widened in disbelief. Patricia had made it. I laughed aloud and hugged her.
"You made it!" I screamed. Yes. Patricia was going to the same college as me. Touchdown.
"Yep. Looks like I'm heading to America," she sighed. I knew she would miss her family, but I just couldn't get over the selfish thought of being with her.
"Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know." I said jokingly. I slicked back my dirty blonde hair and took a deep breath. I realized I was crying for the first time since I was a sixth grader. I had a whole plan figured out. And this time, it would be more than just a highschool crush.
CHAPTER TWO...(to be continued.) DONT POST ON FANFICTION YET ILL FINISH IT LATER! A LOT MORE WRITING TO DO...