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"I'll write you, I promise"

"But…"

"8 months won't be that long"

"Yes they will…"

There was a slight breeze on the chilly November day. Quinn stood outside of the airport, saying goodbye to Craig for the next eight months.

The sun was shining through the big, puffy clouds. The past two weeks had been a total nightmare for her. Quinn spent most of the time with Craig. Either they had been hanging out in his garage playing the drums or guitar, or some place else, getting intimate.

His hand caressed her face. "I'm not going to be able to make through anything with out you here…"

"You aren't? You don't have to go and live with Mr. Cheerful and your evil Latina stepmother, Camarilla…"

"You're racist?" Craig said playfully

"I don't like George Dubya" Quinn whined

"The world, doesn't like him. He's a monster"

Tears started falling down her rosy cheeks. She placed her body up against Craig's

His chin was lightly placed on top of her head.

"Don't cry, everything will be fine…"

"Call me, every night okay?"

"I promise, I'll write, call, e-mail. Promise me when you visit your mom to come and see me?"

Quinn and her mother agreed that she could visit once a month on a weekend. Quinn also got the holidays with her mom, but it didn't matter. She was now enrolled in John F. Kennedy High school in Palm Springs California. Her last days at Degrassi weren't all that special. Ellie promised they would stay in touch. Marco promised he would call. Her mom had basically forgotten her birthday, because there wasn't anything waiting for her when she got home. Julia had her had exchange e-mails so they could stay in touch. Everything was slowly falling apart. Quinn was dying inside and no one knew it.

"Promise me I can spend the night?" she said hopefully.

He grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers

"I'll see what I can do…"

Quinn's backpack was falling off of her shoulders and plopped to the hard cement.

"You still have my mix CD that I made for you right?"

Quinn gulped. Craig had given her a CD of all of her favorite songs on her last day of school. It had everything from The Beatles, Death Cab's Photobooth, to Dashboard Confessional. All of her favorites. She listened to it over, and over, and over.

"Yeah…"

I can't leave him…

"Craig…" she went on

"Mhmm?" Craig's hands were rubbing up and down against her back.

"You're my everything…" she merely could say that. Ever since the first day of school, she was in love. They both were. They loved each other.

"I love you. You are everything to me…"

Two teenagers in love…

The intercom came over and announced that Quinn's flight was now boarding. She didn't want to leave. Granted, she couldn't stand her mother, but she loved Craig, and she loved Canada. She was happy that her mother at least dropped her off a half an hour early to say goodbye to him. At least she did that

"I don't want go" she hugged him even tighter.

"I don't want you to go either"

"8 months…so long…"

"You'll be back before you know it. You'll be with me, and at Degrassi, and hanging out with everyone. I promise"

"I hope so…"

She slowly let go of him. This was something that she had to do. She had to be on her best behavior or else she couldn't come back.

They kissed a long, romantic kiss. And she hugged him quickly. If she did it for to long, she wouldn't be able to leave.

"I love you Quinn"

She ran her hands through his hair. His curly, dirty, messy hair.

"I love…" tears were filling up in her eye lids "You too" she continued

She started walking towards the entrance of the airport doors, and looked back once more. Craig's hands were in the pockets of his jeans and he was walking back slowly.

She wanted to scream it out so bad. She wanted to die. This was her everything. She picked up her bag and entered the airport. She took one look outside the window and seen Craig sitting on a bench, waiting for the bus. There were tons of people rushing around everywhere. There were children with their parents. The elderly. Quinn went up to the hallway, leading to her flight.

She gave the attendant her ticket and she checked it in. She looked to be in her mid twenties, blonde hair, and nervously fidgeted around.

"You're all set, for, 1st class?"

"Yes, M'am"

"All righty, feel free to head right in"

"Thanks"

Quinn already checked her ticket in with the clerks earlier, with her mother, while dropping off her luggage. She packed her clothes, her stereo, her CD's, her books, and her many pictures that she and Craig took of each other in the past two weeks. The clothes and the stereo were in her suitcase, the CD's books, and the pictures, were in her bag that she was carrying.

She walked on to plane, not expecting anything. She had ridden a plane many times before, so this was no challenge to her. She was just hoping that she wouldn't be stuck sitting next to someone who would sleep on her arm.

The first class section was decorated in tan leather. The floors were a plush carpet. It was chic, and it was classy.

Quinn took a look on her ticket and read where she was supposed to sit. She walked down the aisle and took a seat.

She put her bag on the ground and took out her CD player. She started playing Craig's mix tape until she seen someone sit down next to her.

He was about 6'3" with a muscular build. He had blonde shaggy hair and was wearing and Abercrombie Polo, and Cargo shorts

He tapped Quinn on the shoulders.

"Do you have a band-aid, cause, I think I just fell for you"

Quinn's cheeks started warming up and she turned her shoulder, faced the window, and started smiling.