(Bay's POV)

Really? That's it. I curl up into my pillows and groan out of anger. This bloooows.

"Honey!" I hear a call from downstairs and know immediately that I'm being summoned down for questioning about acceptance letters and graduation dresses.

The stairs are too long for Katherine who starts to yell my name and I pick up the pace till I'm planted indifferently in a chair in front of her, phone in hand, acceptance letter in pocket. My palms are sweating; I'm nervous to tell her.

"Yes?" I question grabbing a handful of pistachios from a jar on the counter and cracking into them yet not consuming any of them in fear of throwing up all over the place.

"How was your day?" She takes off her blazer and begins to dig into the various grocery bags, "Any good news? I stopped by that little store off the-…"

"I got in!" I blurt out finally able to shove a handful of nuts into my mouth.

Her face lights up and her hands move just inches from her mouth, "OH MY GOSH!" It's apparent she's ecstatic as tears well up in her eyes and she nears me for a hug, "I'm so proud! Congratulations honey!"

I'll be hearing that damn word a lot won't I?

"Thanks…" I mumble, swallowing loudly and pulling out of her embrace, "I have a dress picked out already mom, I'll just wear the one from dad's banquet and I'll ju-…"

"Oh no! Honey! You deserve something new, I mean this is a big day for you!" She smiles and digs back into her grocery bags, "And this is acceptance is so big! I can't believe you'll be all the way in Europe! My baby!" She's smiling ear to ear; it's revolting.

"Yup! It's cool!" All of a sudden my excitement has diluted into pure embarrassment and agony. I pull my phone out from my sweatshirt pocket and begin to re-read Emmett's message. Maybe he was just busy. I decide to text him back anyways, maybe even chat him up enough to take me out for a ride- ha funny joke.

Emmett did enjoy a good joke. Maybe I would ask if he wanted to leave one final mark on the town before I left… as a joke. I realize that maybe I should just forget about that but somehow the timeline he made for me sticks prominently not only while I'm awake during the day but appears often in my dreams as well. The impact that boy had not only on my emotions, but on my morals, and my self worth- he was one of those people who shaped me.

"Who are you talking too?" My mother notes, noticing my sudden interest in my cell phone.

I shake my head and stand up, "Oh just… Emmett…."

"Emmett?" She raises an eyebrow questioning and sets the milk down, "Are you two seeing each other again?"

"No! Mom! Can't I just talk to him?" I defend myself strongly against that statement. I wave off her comment and casually stroll back up the stairs mumbling something about something while I type a few letters into my phone.

Thanks….

(Emmett's POV)

She wanted more. Why didn't I send her more! She had that tendency to make me an over confident, jerky, twitchy, nervous, well… wreck. I still wonder why being that it had been many months since her and I had even had a moment per say but damn it, I missed that spontaneous kiss and the freedom I felt when my lips touched hers.

Maybe I should just invite her to lunch.

Yes. Good idea Emmett! Pat on the back for you! Take the pretty lady out somewhere nice using the excuse that you're talking her out to a congratulatory lunch that could basically be said to be a date but didn't HAVE to be if she didn't want it to be. Good fucking idea.

Why can't I type those letter's back? What's the worst that can happen? She says no! Ha! Like that would be a big newsflash! Bay said no better than anybody I knew.

I'm going to do it! I'm going to do it and we're going to go out as friends. Not as potential lovers, or desperate acquaintances but simply friends who may or may not keep in contact once college rolls around. Oh I wanted too though. Would it be cliché to say that she was my first love…. Maybe even my only? Maybe that was dramatic! I could love others. I had loved Simone for a night, I could probably love her for a few more…. That's horrible! I shouldn't be saying that I should just be asking her to lunch right now and then getting ready to leave, if she says yes!

;) I'm sure you're dying to get out of congratulatory dinner with John and Kate plus eight so how about I take you out? As friends.

Nice job Emmett. That joke was sure to get you far- she definitely laughed. I stand up from my bed and brush out my hair just a smidge, fluffing my coat, and sagging my pants. No way was I going to be the boy next door and no way was I going to be looked at anything more in this overdone leather jacket. I pulled out something more causal deciding on a remote pizza joint on the south side of town that also had some bitchin' spaghetti. It was fancy enough to score a kiss at the end but not classy enough to be mistaken for a true re try at a first date.

I feel my phone vibrate in the pocket of my jeans and my anxiety raises; what if she says no? I throw in the passcode and a realized smile crosses my face.

Your bike or my convertible? ;)

authors note: thanks readers and reviewers! :) hoping to update this one pretty quickly! let me know what you think? :)