"Eric, you are a jerk! Go away!" Donna laughed, pushing her boyfriend out of the chair. But quickly, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down with him.

"Oh no, missy, not so easy!"

They both laughed.

"Here we are, wrestling. Eight years old again!"

Eric grinned. "Oh yeah. Remember how you made me eat mud…"

"Eric, that was because I liked you!"

"Yeah right. Well, whatever, now I am the stronger!"

They started wrestling again.

"Oh no, you aren't!" Donna laughed, sitting on top of Eric.

Eric tried to release himself, but whatever he did, it seemed like Donna was still the stronger.

"Whatever. But I can kiss your sweet little red head until it explodes!"

"Oh no, you can't!"

And then, in unison, they laughed "Let's try!"

But while Donna wasn't thinking about anything but kissing, Eric quickly jumped into the chair. Triumphantly, he laughed "I won!"

Donna sighed and sat down next to him.

"Okay, okay, but now, we aren't eight years old anymore. We are eighteen! We're going to college in a few months, Eric!"

"Yeah, we're getting old."

Donna punched Eric softly. "Shut up! You make me feel like we're an old married couple!"

Then, she smiled, and added "but I guess we are kind of an old, married couple, aren't we?" She looked at the ring on her finger that Eric had given her.

Eric put his arm around her shoulders and nodded

"Yeah…" But his thoughts were somewhere else. He had to think about something…