The rest of the night that my aunt kept calling 'special' went on as it had been planned. My parents and aunt and grandparents who I hardly see for some reason I'm unsure of drove to the school. They found seats in the large gymnasium while I was in back getting on my cap and gown while the teachers tell us what we're supposed to and that we still have twenty minutes until what they call 'show time'.

I went to go get a drink of water from the drinking fountain in the wall and I straighten back up and move my feet to get back to the large choir room where everybody is.

"JJ!" I hear from behind me and I turn around to see a scene that puts a large smile on my face and also confuses me.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" I question with a bewildered look as I see the man who is always sharply dressed in a black suit, a white button-down underneath and a casual tie that is also black. He grins and then looks down to the bouquet of pink roses he holds.

"I know that you didn't really want me to come because you thought it'd boring and that I'd be put in harms way like you worry about, but I couldn't miss this." he explains while my heart is beating fast in my chest where I can feel it.

"B-but what about the other night?" I ask frantically while none of this is making sense to me while he looks calm and collected. I'm looking like the complete opposite compared to him as I stand in this white gown that I keep thinking I'm going to stain with food or a drink.

"Jaims, don't worry. We'll speak about all of it later, I promise. Now you better get back so I can watch you walk that line. Go kill 'em, like the superstar you are." Paul answers my question softly and he flashes me a smile and then walks away toward the gym's double doors. A smirk plays on my lips as I think of how funny he sounded saying 'superstar' to me, oh, Paul.

I returned to the room with everybody and I heard a few girls mumbling things about me, but I decided to not care anymore than I should, which is none because this is the last time I'll ever have to be here. Sure there are going to be reunions, but I don't have to attend those even though I hopefully end up being successful around that time. Also my kids are surely not going to this terrible school I never liked, if I ever have any.

We all lined up and I sadly had to wait awhile because of my last name being mostly in the middle and then I strode across the polished wood to shake hands with the headmaster and I was handed the diploma that is the evidence I have of every bit of hard work I did these last four, torturous years under all of that pressure. I felt happy and also relieved in that moment, because it's done and I don't have to worry about a book report or a Physics book assignment being due the following Monday. Now I can really start my life.

I noticed Paul sitting in a vacant corner with a pair of dark sunglasses on a hat as well while still holding the bouquet of roses. I spoke to my few family members afterwards and then I went to speak to my aunt.

"We're still on for sundaes at our favorite restaurant tonight because of the two big things that happened today, right?" she asks as my eyes are wandering along the wooden bleachers as parents, family and friends pile out but Paul still sits there while he's leaned forward with his arms on his legs and his head sitting low.

"Uh, I'm sorry, Maggie. I can't tonight."

"It's because of him, isn't it?" she asks with an excited smile and I nod my head.

"You go get him, Jamie, and tell him how much he means to you and all of that gushy stuff I should of told your Uncle Arnold before he passed. We can do sundaes another night, they can wait, but love. Love can't." she replies and I hug her and I hold up my gown as I hold my hat that I somehow found on the floor after we all tossed them up in the air as I walk toward the bleachers. He spots me and I stop under the basketball hoop that I remember shooting baskets into some days for gym class.

"Hey." I greet him when he gets to me and he tells me 'hi' with a grin before taking my hand to loop around his arm and we leave the gym with eyes following us. He hands me the flowers and I smile and inhale the sweet aroma they give off.

"You looked stunning up there, you know." he compliments and we enter the packed parking lot where cars are beginning to back out and he exit. He leads me over to a nice looking car.

"Thank you. I kept on thinking that I was going to trip and fall in front of everybody and how bad that would of been."

He laughs at my humorous words that really are true and he opens the passenger side door of the car for me and shuts it after I slide onto the seat and he soon gets in on the other side.

"Gear car." I comment and I lay the flowers on my knees so I can get my seat belt on he fastens his and then starts the car.

"Ta." he responds and then we wait a few minutes to wait for cars to pass and then he backs out of the space and we leave the grounds of the school I have no problem ever being on again.

"So, how did your exams go?"

"Good." I answer while a silence sits around us and also an awkward feeling at us being together. I'm still surprised that he showed up at my boring graduation.

After we escape the busy traffic that we got caught up in from all of the other people leaving the school we hit a few lights and then we pull up to my house, of all places. I glance to the dark windows since my parents told me that they were going to dinner to have a night out alone.

"Why are we here?" I turn to him and ask and he shuts off the car.

"Because there's a thing or two here to get." he gives me a wacky answer that I have a hard time making much sense of and I leave the flowers in the car and we walk up to the front door for the second time. What a nice difference it is to not sneak in through the window.

I don't bother to turn on the lights in the living room and or the kitchen because we go straight to my bedroom where I was expecting us to end up from the start. I wonder how tonight will end and if he'll end up sleeping over or if we'll bid mutual goodbyes with the feelings tugging at our voices. He looks to me and sends me a half smile that I muster in return. Oh boy, here we go with this. I just don't want to lose him and I want for things to be okay again like they have been for the past two weeks that he's been in my life. I want him and nothing else. Yeah I know that I'm sounding selfish, but can't just this one thing I really want to work out and accidentally screwed up work out for me for once?

I take a deep breath before I face him and what I'm about to face; whether it ends in tears or in smiles and declarations of happiness. One of them is meant to be and the other isn't.

AN: Thoughts? Any?