So. Today was the day. Park sat amongst all of his class mates, dressed in what felt like a Royal Blue muumuu and with the cap perched on his head, the tassel tickling his cheek uncomfortably. His hair brushed the collar of his gown and today, for his dad's sake, he went without the eyeliner. Up in the stands he could see his family. His mother, hair styled up for the occasion, waving around a banner with his name on it in excitement. His father, looking proud and sitting up straight. His claps echoed around the stadium. And Josh, far taller than Park and pretending to look apathetic, though was secretly excited. After all, it wouldn't be long before he was wearing a graduation cap of his own.

His row stood up and filed in a single line toward the podium, where each person was handed a blank piece of paper tied up with ribbon and given a handshake. He stood tucked between a tall girl who really looked like she would rather be anywhere else and a short boy who reeked of pot. The woman at the podium leaned in toward the microphone and spoke their names quickly, only giving a few moments to the graduatee put on the spot to react before moving on to the next person.

"Park Sheridan." The woman said, Park quickly walking forward. His Chuck Taylor's peeked out from beneath the gown and the skin beneath his collar and tie had begun to sweat. He took the faux diploma and shook the man's hand as he heard his family cheer. From the back of the stadium, he heard a distinct voice.

"GO PARK!"

His head jerked up and he nearly turned to face the voice before he was swept away from the podium to allow the doped up boy to shake hands. Park sat back down in his seat and remained still, the voice still at the back of his mind, the skin of his neck prickling. There was no way. No freaking way.

After the ceremony, his mother insisted that they take pictures. She took out the camera as well as nearly a dozen rolls of film. Her eyes gleamed as she hurried forward and hugged his thin frame. "So proud of you Park!" She said, hugging him tightly once more before backing away. His father strode forward and offered his hand. Park hesitated before shaking it, eyes going wide when he was pulled into an embrace.

"You did great, Park. I'm proud of you."

Josh stood to the side, only walking forward when he was told to smile and take a picture with his brother.

His father set the camera down and he looked at Park knowingly, a smile on his face, as he felt a tap on his shoulder and smelled home made cake.

He turned around slowly, greeted by curls made of flame and thick arms wrapping around him. It only took him a moment before he hugged her tightly, his face pressed against her shoulder as he clung to her, afraid she'd be gone as quickly as she came.

"Eleanor..what are you doing here?" His voice was quiet as he held her at arms length, looking her over.

She still wore the wrong clothes, still had a round body. Her face was a tad thinner and her ears were pierced a couple more times. A tie served as a headband that held her voluminous hair away from her freckled face. Her dress was covered by a waist coat and a thick men's belt, her shoes plain sneakers. She was everything he remembered her to be.

"What, you thought I wouldn't come to see your graduation? I'm not that terrible." She smirked at him and he drew her into a hug once more, kissing her cheek, her hair, eventually her lips. She returned the kiss before pulling away. "Hey Park?"

"Hrm?"

"I love you."