Reagan POV

It's coming to the end of Amy's senior year of high school and we still haven't talked about the elephant in the room. Every time I try to bring up the conversation she puts it off. I just want her to talk to me. I don't need an answer I just want to know where her head is at. High school is ending and this new chapter in her life is opening up. She has this whole life waiting for her after she graduates but she refuses to acknowledge it. I've been there. I get it but I have no idea even where she plans on going to college. I'm lucky she even told me about her graduation ceremony at this point. I mean you would think after being with someone almost two years they would feel comfortable enough to talk to you. I guess I'm wrong though. If I've learned anything after living together for almost a year is Amy's ability to hold things in is award worthy. But you never know. She could surprise me.

I'm taken out of my thoughts when I feel my phone buzz in my pocket.

"Do you have any plans tonight?"

"No. What's up?"

"I just want to make sure you'll be home."

"Yeah. I'm at the apartment now actually. I took the day off."

"Awesome. I got out of school early so I'm on my way home."

Home. It's weird to think just a few months ago she refused to acknowledge that the apartment is "our" place and not just "my" place. It took awhile and a lot of work, but, the visits and overnight stays at her moms house are few and far between now and it's even less when it comes to spending the night at Karmas. It's actually the opposite with Karma. She spends the night here more than I care to admit. It's weird actually, if you would have asked me a year ago if I would let Karma Ashcroft spend the night in my apartment the answer would have been a big fat "Hell No!". But it's not my apartment anymore and deep down I know a big reason why the number of nights Amy doesn't stay here anymore has shrunk is because one of the reasons she leaves has been spending the better part of the week on my living room floor. And thats one battle I'm not prepared to deal with yet.

"I thought you had to stay after school today?"

"I did. But something came up and I just want to come home."

"Should I be worried?"

What could have possibly come up? All I heard for the past week was that she had to stay after school today to work on some project. My mind is going insane trying to figure out what possibly could have happened and the fact that she hasn't responded to my last text isn't helping the situation.

Twenty minutes go by before I hear the door open and see her walking through it.

"Hey."

"Hey. So, we need to talk."

"Okay... Is this a sit down over a cup of coffee talk or you better get in your pajamas and get comfortable we're going to be here a while kind of talk?"

"The second one?"

"Okay. I'll go get changed."

What could she possibly want to talk about. We haven't had a 'you better get in your pajamas and get comfortable kind of talk' since I asked her to move in with me. As I enter back into the living room I can already see she took over her favorite spot on the couch and I let out a long sigh as I make my way over to her.

"Alright spill. What's wrong?"

"What makes you think something is wrong?"

"Amy. Come on. You've only been talking about this project for a week and you left school early. Plus we never have a talk like this unless it's serious, or something big is weighing on our minds."

I watch as she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. Like she's recollecting her thoughts or trying to find the perfect way to approach the conversation. When her eyes finally open and lock on mine I know I'm done for.

Amy POV

I know I have to tell Reagan. I just don't know how she's going to respond. I've put a lot of thought into this decision and I really need her to just be okay with it.

"Okay. So I've thought about this for months and I wanted to get everything figured out before I said anything or before I made a decision."

"A decision about what?"

"College."

"Oh."

"I know I've been putting if off and ignoring all your attempts about talking about it. I just didn't want to talk about it until I had an answer."

"And you have one now?"

"Over the past few months I've gotten quite a few acceptance letters to colleges I've dreamt about going to since I was a little girl. I would get excited opening the envelope and reading the words 'you've been accepted' and I found myself thinking about how great it would be, you know, the classes I would take, the whole dorm thing, the perfect college experience. But as each one came in the mail I found myself a little disappointed like something just wasn't fitting. Until today. My mom texted me at school saying that this came in the mail."

Reagan POV

I watch as she reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out an envelope. It looks worn; weathered. Like it's seen better days. It's wrinkled, a little bent around the corners but the edges are still sharp. Looking at her it's like the envelope is more than just an envelope. It's like the whole world is in her hands. Her world. I watch as her thumbs run over the unreadable words on the front and she takes a deep breath and extends her hand to me, giving me the envelope. I take it from hers hand and drop my eyes to the words her thumbs were hovering over just a few seconds ago. 'UT Austin' is all I could read before Amy pulled me back to her.

"I wanted to open it with you. I wanted you to be here when I found out."

"Why? You opened the others without me."

"The others weren't important. This one, the one in your hands is the only one that is important. It took me about two envelopes to realize why I was getting so disappointed. It wasn't the school or the classes. It was the distance and realizing you wouldn't be there every day. You were the reason I couldn't even consider any other college beside the one whose decision is resting between your fingers. I can't go to a college thousands of miles away and leave you here. It's not an option at this point. The only option is you."

"Amy-"

"Don't. I know what you're going to say. I know you're going to say that you can't be the deciding factor for what college I go to. But you can save it. You are the deciding factor. You're the only factor. I'm not settling. UT Austin is a great school and they have a Film program and a Psychology program. So I'm going to get a great education. Reagan, I've thought about this for a long time. I've made my decision. The only thing I'm waiting on is for you to open that envelope."

I look back down at the envelope and at that moment I realize why Amy had that look on her face. This isn't just about where she'll go to college. It's about us. This little, white envelope is going to tell us what lies in store for our relationship. And I hate to admit it, but I'm a little nervous to open it.

"What if-"

"No what ifs. Just open the envelope."

I flip the envelope over and tear it open along the flap. This is it. This is the moment that's going to determine everything. As I pull out the tightly sealed paper I can't help but wonder, what if she doesn't get in? Where would that leave us? Could we do the long distance thing? And unfolding that piece of paper only made it worse.

"Well?"

This is it. The moment everything is going to change.

"You got in."