Modern, college AU! Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Naberrie are students at Boston University. Both twenty-one years old. Padmé Naberrie is a political science major and Anakin Skywalker is a mechanical engineering major and star college hockey forward and captain of Terriers, with his eyes set on becoming an NHL hockey player. Padmè's wish is to be attorney.
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The Goal , Chapter 16 (23)
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Anakin Skywalker
Yes, my best friend's wedding...and I'm jealous, not that I'm really jealous, my only regret is that I can't marry my Angel today. We discussed it, we have a schedule, we both want to do it that way, well, we have to. There is no other way. Why can't you spontaneously decide on something? ...I ask myself the question. You can, but there are consequences. Needless to bother with such thoughts, we have decided to proceed according to the plan and then everything will work and the result will be as we imagined.
I've wandered again with my mind instead of focusing and functioning with the here and now, I'm standing by my best brother's side, beside the altar, waiting for the bride. He's nervous, very nervous. He keeps tugging at his left sleeve.
"Don't do it, the suit fits perfectly. You look great, but wait until you see her. She will definitely wear a stunning wedding dress."
"No doubt about that. A dress expensive as an apartment." He laughs.
...and then they come. Dormé is led to church by her father. My best friend has spotted a beautiful woman, she suits him, they're a lovely couple...and I figured she had a fortune on her. I'll ask Padmé later what kind of dress that is, definitely haute couture. I bet when we get there my Angel will top it.
The whole ceremony was beautiful...and long and the moment her hands were tied I almost cried. This is a bond for life. I hope they both last as long as they do. I'm really happy for them both, Mrs. and Mr. Ryder.
The celebration afterwards was very nice, just the families, my Angel and me. We enjoyed fine food, less good wines, danced, yes, to live music. Too bad we have to leave for Boston tomorrow morning, Padmé's fall semester starts on Tuesday.
Wes and Dormé are flying on Monday, they have to be in Ottawa on September 10th. We're still talking about the preseason, regular season and when we'll meet...as opponents, weird, but that's life. Padmé and Dormé talk about the baby, Harvard, how we will live now, home furnishings etc. It was a nice long evening and I was happy to meet Dormé's family. Dormé's mother is a very dominant woman and if Dormé has inherited her character, not just her looks, then my best brother will have to change a lot. Well, they've been together for a long time, he must have already figured out if her character suits him...and I think so, he's the kind of guy who likes to be led, just the person who's leading him needs to know where it's going. In my thoughts I grin, I'm already more dominant than my Angel but ... everything has its limit.
The long flight ahead of us is no fun even though we fly first class. Padmé is already excited about her studies in Harvard and says it will definitely not be as easy as at BU, as well as the easy willingness to approach the new classmates, she is no longer a teenager.
"As long as you focus on study and not so much on the male classmates, everything is fine."
We whisper, not wanting the others to overhear our conversation.
"Do I hear jealousy there, Ani? I'm not worried about your new surroundings, I trust you...although I know there is now a female physiotherapist and a masseuse on Bruin's team who will grope you."
"Oh, I didn't know that, but nice thought." I grin.
"What? That's not funny, Anakin. Is that a pleasant thought for you to have another woman massage you who puts her hands up to your crotch?"
"It was a joke, Angel. I will always have a man give me a massage, I promise."
I take her hand in mine and kiss it. Her face expresses annoyance and somehow… disappointment. What did i say this was supposed to be a joke, but now that I think about it, it almost sounds like mental cheating. I better not play with her feelings. It was thoughtless and must have sounded mean to her ears. I glance at her and see her eyes are full of tears, which she tries to blink away. I lift the armrest between our seats and pull her to my chest.
"Angel, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it that way. It was just a rash joke, I never intended to hurt you. I would never cheat on you, Padmé, but you have to trust me. If we don't trust each other, distrust will eat away at us and our relationship won't survive. We have to take that off."
"I know, Ani, but I can't bear the thought of another woman touching you."
"Yeah, that's just like when I think about how many new, handsome, rich fellow students will enjoy your company day in and day out, will flirt with you, try to get close to you. I could go crazy with jealousy but I know we can't put each other under a bell jar. Trusting you means I can be sure you wouldn't give in to other men's advances. Am I wrong, Angel?"
"No."
"We agree? Topic closed?"
"Topic closed." she smiles.
Done, really done? Yes, it should be better, because if it doesn't, we're going to break down, both of us. I'm serious about not freaking out about every little thing anymore. She must it too, but I know my fear of loss is worse. Stop now and forever.
We are scheduled to land at Logan International at 06:44pm, edging through the crowd of passengers that flood the airport at this time of the day. Baggage claim takes forever, we can't wait to get out of here. We take a taxi and go home, temporary home, to her parents. There we are warmly welcomed, the food is already waiting for us, not that we are really hungry. We are hungry for each other.
We want to find an excuse to go to sleep, we still want to make love, but no, the parents want to know how the trip and the wedding went. We tell it as briefly as possible and my Angel starts to yawn very intensely... intentionally. She is smart. Well, we're getting fired. I'll take our suitcases and we'll go upstairs. Take a short shower and then go to bed. Finally. She crawls under the covers and looks for my sensitive parts. I hear her giggling.
"I'm sorry about your embarrassment on the flight to Las Vegas, I know it's my fault. How can I do it well."
"I think you know."
…and indeed. I don't owe her anything either, she gets her money's worth... a few times. We are tired and fall asleep.
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Padme Naberrie
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On the plane we have another little discussion about jealousy and fears and we have promised each other not to deal with this topic anymore, we have to stop it, this distrust only damages our relationship. We'll stick to it, I've made up my mind to do that.
Too many travelers at the airport, too crowded. It took forever before we could exit the Milton by taxi.
My parents wanted to know everything, I knew that. Ani also called his parents later, they also want to know what we're doing. I have a feeling they were hoping we would stay with them for the time being. Unfortunately that would be even further away from Harvard and TD Garden than my parents house...but in October we will be fine, especially Anakin, he won't need a car, it's only 100 meters from his work place but training is in Warrior Ice Arena in Brighton, about as far as I got to Harvard, I got about three miles. I'm looking forward to it now, so I'll have more time to spend with Anakin.
It's September 3rd, my fall semester starts, I have to be there by ten. I'm preparing to start a little earlier, I need to see how the traffic is at that time of the day and how long it will take to get there, including parking and the way to class.
I get up hard, last night's love was very extensive. Anakin's still asleep, I'll let him, he doesn't have to get up. His hard time comes soon enough, the training of the professionals is not comparable to college hockey. He's been doing his exercises in the gym all the time, he's in good shape, he has stamina, grin.
My parents are already gone, he will keep himself busy until I come. I'm curious what my schedule looks like, how much more than at the BU I have. I'm actually excited but positive. No, I'm not afraid, I know I can do this. Anakin won't distract me, not always, he'll be away a lot, unfortunately and fortunately.
Traffic is heavy, even stop-and-go. I'm about to freak out. I hold the steering wheel tightly in my hands and remember the first day of last year's fall semester. I remember the nightmare of being late, how I practically crawled to the only free seat, sat down next to that cocky flirty ass and sealed my fate. He totally messed up my cool inside and I haven't been myself since that moment. Congratulations Skywalker, you got me. An athlete, just what I didn't want to have…. and then it turns out that what I didn't want, is what I want and it's the right thing. If I hadn't been late that day...
OK, I'll park in the University Rd parking garage and have about 12 more minutes to walk. I'm late so run. I'm just in time. I downloaded the classes, I see it's pretty full until four in the afternoon, on some days until five.
I chose Criminal Law and Policy as my major, after all I would like to work in the Naberrie law firm later. My father is a criminal defense attorney, I want to follow in his footsteps, that's what interests me.
My first class today: Criminal Law, then break and up to four Criminal Procedure: Investigations. Yes, after such a long time, actually since May, I haven't had to study, it's hard to concentrate.
During the lunch break I just bought a coffee latte at Buckminster's Cafe and sat on a bench in front of the Harvard Law School building, looking the students go by. Maybe I'll see someone I know I hear someone behind me clear their throat. I don't turn around yet, but the voice sounds familiar and doesn't bode well.
"If it isn't Padmé Naberrie. What are you doing here?"
I finally turn around and might as well spit the coffee out at you, Synthia. Right, the Synthia who walked up to us the night Anakin told me he loved me, wondering what Anakin found in me.
"Yes, that's me... and I'm studying here. And who are you? Your name kind of… slipped my mind."
"I'm Synthia sleeping with your boyfriend if he's still your boyfriend. We just had a great session on Saturday, didn't he tell you?"
"Keep dreaming. And will I have to see you here every day?"
"Yeah, and I'll give you the hell. You won't be able to keep Skywalker. He signed with the Bruins, in case you don't know, and he's going to be stuck with the women now."
"It's sick and you know it, he's not interested in you, but there are definitely a lot of fellow students here who are interested in fucking and could arouse your interest. And now you can leave me alone."
She turns and leaves. If this goes on like this, I'll go crazy here. I'll have to tell Anakin that, I'm sure he won't be happy.
After the eventful and exhausting day, I drive home. It doesn't take me long, less than half an hour in normal traffic. My parents aren't home yet, Anakin is sitting at his desk in front of his laptop, looking over his schedule for upcoming season.
"Hi my Angel, I've only got a few days left to be lazy and then it's going to be tight as hell. Training in the mornings and afternoons and games twice a week. This will be my life as professional . And how was your first day? Why are you looking so… gloomy?"
"Hi Ani." Kiss "...you won't believe who I met on campus..."
...and then I tell him the episode with Synthia. Shit.
"Padmé, just avoid her, and when my practice starts and I'm on my lunch break, I'll visit you on campus. Maybe we'll meet her and then I'll set things right."
"Ani, you shouldn't fight my fights."
"True, but fights of this kind do. She needs to be made clear what we are to each other. Also, I told you not to be afraid of fans like that, I'm there to protect you, remember?"
He pulls me onto his lap and kisses me, not as if he wants sex from me, more as a form of comfort and affection. I lean against him and we enjoy the closeness. Expressing love doesn't have to mean always having sex. It feels good when he just holds me and hugs me.
The whole week is occupied with classes, almost all day every day. I'm free on Friday afternoon after 3pm.. We want to visit his parents, stay for dinner and have Saturday and Sunday to ourselves, the last free weekend for a long time.
Although it is already mid-September and the days are not as warm as in summer, we decide to drive to Rockport that same evening. We both love this place. It will be late when we arrive, but then we have two full days. We took a room at the Yenkee Clipper Inn, with ocean view. The hotel also has a pool, the water is tempered, if the temperatures allow, we could swim as well. We've been there before and fell in love with the breakfast room, which has floor-to-ceiling windows. We sit there having a long breakfast and look at the ocean. We go for a walk along the beach, it's so calming. I love walking barefoot on the sand on the beach. Anakin doesn't, he keeps his sneakers on. We don't eat properly until evening. Here you can eat good fish and lobster everywhere, yes lobster with garlic butter, I love that. We buy a little something in between, OK. , Anakin is always hungry.
Love is not neglected either, rather, we will be busy all night. His libido is at its peak, I don't know where he gets so much energy from. The only thing I know for sure is that I won't be able to get up tomorrow. OK. , that's an exaggeration, but if he's a little rougher when I ask him to, then I feel a little taken.
Sunday goes by like Saturday, walking, talking about my studies, about his season, about the apartment and the furnishings. Preseason starts September 15th, Bruins play in New Jesey September 16th, Philadelphia three days later, Chicago September 21st, home games September 25th and 28th. The schedule is pretty tight and there's hard training in between, but that's exactly what he always wanted to do. I see a little concern in his eyes although he says nothing and would never admit it. Still, I have no doubt that he can withstand this pressure and endure this hardship. He's young, in good shape and hungry for success. He will show what he can do very soon. I just pray to God that he doesn't get injured.
I talk about what we still have to do before we move into the apartment. I mention that we still have to buy a few small things for the household, he widens his eyes, he hasn't thought of that. We still have money to spend, but I intend to ask my father for a small donation. Where you spend thousands, you can add a few hundred, grin. But he doesn't want that, he thinks we have enough money to buy these necessary things.
In the evening we struggle to get home through the traffic. Heavy traffic. No wonder it's Sunday night. We need twice as long as for the outward journey. It doesn't matter, the main thing is that we get there and indeed, at eight we park in front of my parents' house. And again we are questioned, we have to report everything we have done. Seems like the inquisition to me sometimes. I can't wait to move into the new apartment. Then we'll be alone and won't have to tell anyone what we did. No, I don't think my parents want to keep us under control or want to know anything about our...uh, sex life, it's just curiosity about whether we're getting along well and worrying about whether it'll stay that way in the future. I see our future positively. We are well coordinated in everyday life, no points of contention. The only thing that is obviously tormenting both of us is this jealousy and fear of loss, but we want to consciously put that aside... and then something like this Synthia comes along and messes everything up. You said you want him, so fight for him. Oh, the well-known voice again, not heard for a long time. Always pipes up if something is wrong. What is wrong? Anakin loves me and we are engaged. Do you think I'll let a...Synthia upset me? No, definitely not. It's just annoying having to deal with her every day. She'll give up, even she can't be that stupid and without insight, she's not a crush teenager anymore.
Monday, the second week begins. Agenda is full again, Friday afternoon is free but Anakin is not. He promised to come to my place in two or three days, we want to spend the break together.
On Wednesday we met Synthia. We sit next to each other and eat a Sanwitch. She greets Anakin, I'm ignored.
"Oh Skywalker, I heard you really did it, you're with the Bruins, congratulations."
"Is correct."
"And now you will have countless fans, mostly female. I suppose you will need a girlfriend who suits you and represents you. Always ready." She smiles seductively.
"Thanks for the offer. I can imagine that you are ready, but no thanks, I have everything I need. Padmé represents me with her intelligence, with her demeanor, with her beauty and the beauty of her heart, and if some distant day her outward beauty has faded, the beauty of her heart will remain. You may look good now, but if the time take it away, you won't be left with anything beautiful because you only know the wickedness. I kindly ask you now to leave Padmé alone, she is my fiancee and her name will be Skywalker very soon. If your parents taught you anything and you have any form of decency left, you will do it. And now excuse us, we want to eat in peace."
She turned without a word and left. OMG. , my Any.
"She's not giving up, Ani. Next thing is the rumors about me cheating on you with other fellow students, which I bet she'll spread. But I have to say you were pretty rude."
"Otherwise she wouldn't have understood. Besides, everything I said is true. You are the most beautiful and noble creature in the galaxy, Angel...uh, why don't you wear the engagement ring? Don't you want people to know you're engaged?"
"No, I don't want to walk around in the thirty thousand dollar ring."
"Thirty-three thousand."
"OMG. ...but I'm not surprised. I love you...what are we doing tonight?" I wink.
"You're loud, it's embarrassing."
"I'll explain to my father where that came from."
"Well, I believe you a lot, but not that. Do you want us to get kicked out? I don't know if fucking loudly fits into your father's moral standards."
"Now I have to laugh, Ani. What do you mean he means what we're doing upstairs, playing dominoes? I promise to be quiet and I can't wait to be f… you know what."
He kisses me and leaves. I look after him and think of Synthia's words. Am I really good enough to represent him? He'll live a very public life soon. The media will be on him like vultures, he will be followed at every turn, he will be seen everywhere and everyone he associates with, everyone he is with, will be scrutinized, judged and condemned….am I good enough? Yes, I'm good enough, the House of Dior wanted me. Proof sufficient.
Best regards from Germany