DISCLAIMER: Characters of Veronica Mars, the canon events of their storylines, and recognizable dialogue belong to Rob Thomas.

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I hope this finds all of you as well as can be expected in these times we are living.

Shout out to the following people who lovingly pestered me in the past couple of months: cam. elia. 35 and kitty25478.

Life has been a lot—for a while now. After a particularly rough time the past two weeks, I set everything else aside this weekend and turned to writing as an act of self-care.

I spent some time about a month ago getting my head back into this story—mainly trying to remember where we are, where we're headed, and how that connects to Part 5. And we're getting close to a key moment in their story here in Part 4. I needed to remind myself of some details so that all the story threads line up.

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Chapter 5 occurs between January and August 2008 in my modified timeline. This chapter includes spring semester of her sophomore year (studying abroad in Spain) and summer at home in Neptune, continuing right up to leaving for fall semester of her junior year at a different college.


Chapter 5

Being home for the holidays had been wonderful. I was fully prepared to continue doing the long-distance thing with Eli, but it was ever so much better when we were in the same place geographically. Not to mention spending time with family.

For a while there, it had just been me and my dad. But I had gained a large extended family—the Fennels and the Navarros. Each year, I learned a bit more about their family traditions, many of which were different from my childhood. I enjoyed the differences. This year more than ever, after having been away from them this past summer and fall.

As soon as I got back to Seville, it was time to get ready for another semester of classes.

Along with some courses taught in English, I had chosen to take two more classes in Spanish: World History (I was interested to hear the topic taught from a non-American viewpoint) and Spanish Literature.

While Ania and I were shopping for textbooks, she commented on my new ring—the silver band over my tattoo. I told her it had been a gift, but I did not show her what was underneath.

At least for now, I wanted that reminder of Eli to be my secret.

When I was in the shower—or other times I removed the silver band—I would look down at my hand and smile. That small amount of ink was like having a little piece of Eli with me.

On multiple occasions, he and I had talked around plans of a future together … at some point down the road. However, the dream I'd had on the plane shook me. It was startling to see two children—one bearing my features, the other his.

I hadn't told him about the dream. Yet.

Plenty of time for that. Later.

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It didn't take long to fall back into my routine. In fact, things were going so smoothly, I decided I could add some things to my schedule—like making a little money.

The "Get the Dirt" website had not been operational during my first semester in Spain. But during the holidays, Mac asked if I might have a few hours a week to put into the business again. Once I got into the rhythm of the semester, I told her that we could take a limited number of clients through the website.

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It was unusual for the Velasco house to be empty. But on one rare occasion, every member of the family had to be somewhere else—at the same time. And I would have the house to myself.

I had realized this earlier in the week. And I immediately emailed Eli to see what his schedule was. Since I had mentioned the house would be empty, he said he'd clear his schedule.

During most of our calls, I was too paranoid about someone overhearing. So this was one of the few times during my year abroad that we had phone sex.

Our video call that day would be burned into my memory. Forever. It was not the same as being together in the same room. But being able to look into his eyes and hear the sounds he made while we both … well, that was way more satisfying than the long showers I usually took after we talked.

The latter part of our video call that day was our normal catch-up. Mostly, we talked about my classes and his work. He also mentioned that he was continuing his therapy appointments.

And I updated him on my transfer to Sweet Briar College. Both of us chose to avoid discussing the fact that this meant two more years of maintaining a long-distance relationship.

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As the weather began warming up, I decided to start running—not every day, but most days. It served multiple purposes: It gave me a chance to clear my head so that I could make decisions and plans for next year and beyond. Eli had therapy; I had running. I also got to see more of the city during my last months in Seville. And it helped alleviate the guilt I felt from eating so much delicious food.

With Spring Break around the corner, I started to get more frequent emails from Sean. She had asked if she could come during her break, which unfortunately was not the same week as mine. I checked with my host family, and they said they would be thrilled to have her visit.

During her stay, she slept in my room. While I was in class, she did some shopping and a self-guided tour of the city, visiting most of the attractions on her wish list.

A few days that week, Javi was home. So he showed her around, taking her to some of his favorite places. One night, Javi, Ania, and a few of their friends took Sean and me to the hottest club in the city.

I could drink legally here, but without long-time friends to have my back, I was cautious and didn't drink that often during my year abroad. While Sean was in Spain, that was a different story.

A couple nights before she flew home, one of Javi's friends had a party. There were some professional soccer players there. (They kept correcting me: It was called fútbol, not soccer.) Sean hooked up with one of them. She had recently broken up with her long-time boyfriend, a football player—American football, that is. Not that she owed me an explanation, but she told me that she needed to get him and his sport out of her system.

As she was leaving for the airport, she told me that she felt she'd had a productive Spring Break: She got to hang out with me and meet my friends, got to see the sights in Seville, and got to have her brains fucked out—her words, not mine—by a professional athlete.

Then, she added, "This was seriously the best vacation. Ever. The only thing that would have made it better was if your break was the same week."

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The following week, the University of Seville was on Spring Break. Ania had started making our plans months ago.

We went to Ibiza for two days—mostly so I could say I was there during Spring Break. Then we went to Paris for a few days. We stayed with one of Javi's friends—I still wasn't exactly sure what he did for work, but his network of friends and colleagues came in handy.

While in Paris, we spent a lot of time in museums—the Louvre and several others. We hit all the major sights in and around the city: Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, Arc de Triomphe, Versailles, etc. We did some shopping on the Champs-Élysées. Mostly, we window shopped. We also took in the local culture that was "off the beaten path": live music in small clubs, delicious food in cute little cafes, family-owned bakeries, etc.

It was an amazing week. I took so many photos. I also sent postcards to everyone: Sean, Mac, Dad and Alicia, plus separate ones to Wallace and Darrell. And several to Eli.

Writing out everyone's postcards made me a bit homesick. It had me thinking about how the rest of the semester would go by quickly, and in no time at all, I'd be on a plane headed home.

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After Ania and I got back to Seville, I asked the Velascos if it would be okay if I had another visitor. Then, I sent Eli an email suggesting that he come to Spain at the end of the semester—like when he came to D.C. at the end of my internship.

He replied that he had been thinking about suggesting that. In fact, he had already applied for a passport.

We immediately started making plans for his visit. When we both started to list the things we'd like to do while he was here, I realized that we'd definitely need at least two weeks. I asked how much time he could take off. He told me he'd see what he could work out on his end. And he said I should check with my host family about how long he could stay.

The Velascos said they were happy to have him for any length of time. So, our plans would be decided by how long he could be away from work.

I also told Dad that I wouldn't be flying home right away at the end of the semester. He said he wasn't surprised to hear that, adding, "Just let me know your flight info when you figure out your travel plans."

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A week later, Javi called me while he was out of town. One of the fútbol players he knew wanted to hire me. Apparently, Javi had actually been paying attention when I talked about the kind of work I had done. When his friend Luca mentioned that he had a stalker, but the police were no help, Javi told him that he knew someone who would be both helpful and discrete.

Luca wasn't sure if it was someone he knew or not—maybe an overzealous fan or someone he hooked up with. When he went to the police, they said there wasn't enough to go on. He didn't need me to completely solve this for him; he just wanted evidence to take to the police. In the meantime, he put in a security system and hired a couple bodyguards.

Javi didn't seem to like the time I spent with Luca. Odds were, Eli wouldn't either. So, I didn't get into those details when Eli and I spoke. I just told him about the background checks I was doing through Get the Dirt.

I really hadn't been looking to work any cases. But the guy offered to pay me three times my regular rate. Hard to turn that down.

It took me less than a week. I was able to identify the stalker and gather more than enough evidence to convince the police to take some action.

Not only did Luca pay me for my services, he also offered me as many tickets as I wanted.

Luca told me, "Look at our schedule and pick dates that work for you. Let me know how many people you want to bring. And I'll take care of it."

It was incredibly generous of him. But considering the number of free favors I'd done over the years, I looked at this as payback for my previous generosity.

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The following week during a call with Eli, he gave me some very unexpected news: He was able to arrange to take five weeks off.

"Seriously?! How'd you manage that?"

"I bumped one of my part-time guys up to full-time—which I was planning to do in a couple months anyway. And Mac said she'd drop in and take care of office stuff ... to make sure orders and payroll happen on time."

"Wow. That's above and beyond. Even for her."

"Yeah. And that's not all. A client of mine has some connections … and he arranged all-access tours for me at a couple car and motorcycle factories in Germany."

"You're gonna be like a kid in a candy store."

He laughed and then said, "So … I'm thinking I fly over about a week before your finals start. That way, I can meet some of your friends while classes are still happening. Then, I'll go to Germany during your finals week. After you're done, we can do all the sightseeing we talked about. Maybe a week in Seville. A week or two to see some other places. Leave a few days to pack up your stuff before we fly back."

"I like that plan."

For the remainder of the call, we worked out the details of our travel plans.

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The time flew by, and before I knew it, Eli was on a plane headed for Spain.

His first week in Seville, Javi was out of town. So they didn't meet. But Eli was staying in his room, and there were plenty of photos on the walls. I got the feeling Eli wanted to ask me questions but didn't want to bring it up so soon after he arrived.

That next week, Eli headed to Germany. We emailed back and forth a few times, but for the most part, he let me focus on my exams.

When he got back to Spain, Javi was around, but he was sleeping at a neighbor's house so that Eli could use his room. Although there was some tension between the two of them, Eli got along great with the rest of the family.

During that week, Eli helped me pack up some of my stuff to ship home. Every time I asked if he could do something for me—like run to the store for more packing tape—his answer was always: "Whatever you need." He had often given me that response. And it always made me think of The Princess Bride and Westley's repeated words: "As you wish."

At the end of the week, we attended a football match—courtesy of Luca. I briefly explained to Eli how I got the tickets.

"So, was this a favor? Or did he pay you?"

"He paid me. Really well. And gave me these tickets."

Luca asked me to drop by after the match to say hello—and goodbye, since I would be heading home soon. While we stood there chatting, a few of his teammates said hello to me as they walked past us. Eli didn't seem too happy that they knew me by name.

As we left the stadium, I explained, "I met them once at a party. Months ago. He must have mentioned I'd be here today. I can't imagine they'd remember my name otherwise."

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During the next week and a half, we crammed in as much as we could. He wanted to get to as many countries as possible.

We drove from Seville to Portugal and spent two nights in Lisbon. Then back to Spain and spent two nights in Madrid. Followed by Barcelona for two nights. Then we drove over the border into France and spent the night in a small town before driving back down along the coast of Spain. We stopped near Murcia for a night and then headed to Gibraltar, where we stayed for one night. Then we took a ferry over to Morocco and spent a night in Tangier. The next day, we took the ferry back to Gibraltar and drove to Seville.

There were lots of sights during those eleven days. A few museums. Too much amazing food. And best of all … one-on-one time. We were making up for lost time. And by that, I mean we had sex every day—multiple times a day. He was insatiable. Not a complaint, just a statement.

We also spent a lot of time talking. And he finally voiced his opinions about Javi.

I assured him that although Javi had flirted with me, nothing happened. "I made it clear that I was committed to my relationship with you."

"I hear what you're saying, Mia. But why didn't you tell me about him?"

"I told you that Zora and Ania had an older brother."

"Veronica ... I know he wasn't there all the time. But for a significant portion of the year, you were down the hall from a guy who is clearly attracted to you. And I'm guessing most women would be attracted to him." When I didn't respond to that, he continued, "Pretty sure that's why you didn't tell me."

"Eli, you think I'm—"

"Didn't say that. More like … you avoided it because you didn't want me to be upset."

"That's probably true."

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"Okay … yeah, I avoided telling you at the beginning. When he was flirting. But then he stopped, and it wasn't an issue."

"I can accept that. But this is one of those communication things we need to keep working on."

After picking up my right hand, he slid the silver band off and moved it to my left hand—as he had done multiple times during this trip—so that he could see my tattoo. Bringing my hand up to his lips, he placed a kiss on the tattoo. Then, he set my right hand on top of his, so he could see our matching tattoos side by side. There were more than a few photos of that view on both of our phones.

Pulling me into his side, he finished his earlier thought, "I don't want avoidance to be our default setting."

I nodded in agreement and then rested my head on his chest.

Last year, I'm not sure we would have gotten through that conversation so calmly. We still had some work to do, but we were definitely making progress in the communication department.

All in all, those eleven days together were wonderful—sleeping as late as we wanted, waking up in each other's arms. I had missed that even more than I realized.

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Time had gone by quickly—the past few weeks, but also the past few months. We only had a few days with my host family before it was time for us to fly home to California. I tried to make the most of my time with Zora and Ania, as well as kitchen time with Maria, my host mom. Eli helped Diego with some household repairs—things that Javi never seemed to have the time to help his father with. After those days of bonding, it seemed like Diego would be sad to see Eli go.

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The whole family wanted to see us off at the airport. So, we had to take two cars.

After spending two semesters with them, they really did feel like family.

As Javi got our bags out of the car, I said my goodbyes to everyone. Diego and Maria made me promise to visit. Ania and Zora suggested that I come during my Spring Break the next year. When Javi leaned in for his goodbye hug, I stepped away as quickly as I could without seeming rude. There was still some tension between him and Eli.

I turned and waved to them one last time as we walked away.

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The first week home, I didn't see much of Eli. Partly because he was busy with work after being out of town for more than a month. But also because Dad wanted me to spend time with him and the Fennel family.

It didn't take long for me to settle into a new routine. I spent about twenty hours a week doing background checks for clients through the Get the Dirt website—which made Mac happy because she was my business partner for that venture.

I spent another twenty hours a week at Dad's office, filing papers and generally putting things in order. It made me wonder what he did when I wasn't around. How in the world did he ever find anything?

One day while I was on my laptop, I finally got brave enough to dig around on the world wide web to see if the video of me and Piz was out there for public consumption. Miraculously, no amount of digging turned up that particular dirt. I guess it was only circulated via email—which didn't mean it wouldn't surface at some point in the future.

Still, I wasn't eager to get out and about much while spending the summer in Neptune. If I wasn't at the house or Dad's office, I was over at Eli's. Only occasionally did I go out with friends or family. And that really was fine by me.

Although Neptune had changed a little, it hadn't changed enough for my taste.

One notable change in the past year: Vinnie had gotten bored with the sheriff gig once he realized that being Sheriff of Balboa County didn't come with as much money or power as he had hoped.

The newly elected sheriff was fairly new to town. He and his family had moved to Neptune a few years back. After years with the LAPD, he had decided he wanted a quieter, more stable life for his children. Somehow he thought he would find that in Neptune. He had been working with a local private security firm up until Vinnie announced that he would be leaving office to "pursue other opportunities." The new sheriff had run unopposed—with the backing of some powerful 09ers. It seemed that they preferred someone who was actually qualified for the job.

So far, it didn't look like this guy could be corrupted. Not yet, anyway.

He would be fighting an uphill battle in his attempt to undo what Lamb and Vinnie had done in the past few years. But I genuinely hoped he was successful. He certainly couldn't be any worse.

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After some discussion with Dad and Alicia—mostly over their concerns about the example it would set for Darrell—they ultimately didn't put up too much of a fuss about me spending two nights a week with Eli. It didn't take long for me to feel at home in his apartment. Leaving for school in the fall would be difficult after having this time together.

One night while the two of us were having dinner at Eli's apartment, I told him I could use a weekend at the B&B.

"That's easy enough to arrange," he said as he reached out for my right hand. He ran his thumb over my tattoo and played with the engraved cuff bracelet on my wrist—the one he had given me at the end of my internship last summer.

Since getting home, I had not been wearing the silver band to cover my tattoo. And I usually wore the ruby ring and cuff bracelet. It was my way of showing him that although I was only in Neptune for these few months, I was fully present with him for the time I was here.

We didn't talk about it often—the fact that I'd be leaving at the end of the summer. But I wanted to be sure that he knew I was committed to making this work.

I hoped that if he did have any issues with me leaving again that he would talk them over with his therapist—since he didn't seem to want to talk with me about it.

As the summer went on, I noticed that he had canceled numerous appointments with his therapist. He told me that was just to make more time with me while I was home and that he would go back to his normal schedule when I left for school in August.

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Early in the summer, Wallace had gone to New York to see Jackie for a few weeks. After that, she and her son, Thommie, came to California for the rest of the summer. They'd had a little turbulence in their relationship this year, but they seemed to be in the clear.

When Wallace returned, Dad and Alicia had established a weekly game night. It was primarily for the Mars-Fennel household, but Jackie, Thommie, and Eli were also welcome. But it was obvious that Dad and Alicia preferred when it was just the five of us.

Darrell preferred it that way too. He really liked having time alone with Wallace. When Wallace noticed that Darrell was a bit jealous of the time he spent with Jackie and Thommie, Wallace made a point of setting aside time for Darrell. Their summer project was building a remote-controlled plane together and testing it at the beach.

Sometimes, I would hang out with them while they were working on it. But Darrell really wanted the two of us to have "our own thing." So, he decided to start running with me. I would start out at a slower pace, and he would join me for the first mile or so. He was a natural runner. Each week, he was able to stay with me for a little bit more of my daily run. Honestly, I enjoyed having the company. And he was right. It was nice for us to have something that he and I did together—without the rest of the family.

In the middle of the summer, the five of us took a short family vacation. Dad and Alicia planned a few days of activities in San Diego. We stayed at a hotel next to Sea World, which was one of the attractions on our schedule. We also went to the San Diego Zoo and a Padres game. One of the nights, we celebrated my birthday—I even got to pick the restaurant. It wasn't quite as much fun as our trip to New York City after Wallace and I graduated from Neptune High, but it was nice to have this time away with just our family unit.

While we were away, Backup stayed with Eli. I wasn't sure which one of them was happier with that arrangement.

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Throughout the summer, I kept in touch with Sean via email, text, and video calls.

I made time at least once a week to have lunch or coffee with Mac. Our friendship had found its footing again. For a while there, she had been put in the middle of the mess between Eli and me. All of us were thankful to have that behind us.

And although she had given me basic updates on her love life while I was gone the past year, there were many details she needed to fill in. Her relationship with Max had burned brightly, but briefly, at the end of our freshman year. Even though he was no longer enrolled at Hearst, he still lived in Neptune, providing his special services to the student population. So she occasionally bumped into him, which she described as "astronomically awkward."

The newest development: Casey was home for the summer. And he made it pretty clear that he wanted to get back together with her. Mac, however, was not sure how she felt about that.

With Jackie in town, I didn't get to see Wallace as much as you would think, considering that we lived in the same house. But it was nice to see him during family mealtimes and weekly game nights. And he and I would have some time together during the week between when Jackie went home to New York and when I left for Sweet Briar.

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The same weekend Jackie and Thommie were leaving for New York was the last trip Eli and I took to the B&B before the end of summer. It was always wonderful to spend time there. Walks on the beach. Letty's cooking. Time to hang out with Ben and Bri.

And long nights and lazy mornings in bed with Eli. I tried not to think about the fact that his grandmother and cousins were on the floor below us.

The morning of our last day there, I woke in his arms. As if he could feel me watching him, he opened his eyes.

We stared at each other for several minutes. There was so much we could have said, but neither of us spoke. Caressing and kissing led to lovemaking—the slow and tender kind.

We kept eye contact most of the time, silently communicating the things we didn't say aloud.

After he came, he stared down at me. There was a strange look in his eyes.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing … just that … for the first time … I have this overwhelming need to see you pregnant with my child." He searched my eyes for some reaction. "Sorry. Way too soon to be talking about things like that."

I could tell he thought that I'd be scared by what he had said. Stroking the side of his face, I lifted my head up to kiss him. Then, I paused as I considered what to say. I thought about the dream I'd had on the plane when I returned to Spain in January. I chose not to tell him about that, but instead said this: "I know that I can't picture my future without you in it. But yeah … it's a little soon for that discussion. Still … don't ever apologize for telling me what you're feeling."

For most of the summer, we had just been floating along, not talking about the future in any detail. In a way, we were pretending that things were "normal." But I could sense that change was coming. And I think he could too.

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My last night in Neptune, the whole family took me out for dinner—Dad, Alicia, Wallace, and Darrell. After stopping for ice cream, they dropped me off at Eli's.

He and I got on his bike for a ride along the coast. He was like that sometimes—just wanting to be close to me, but not wanting to talk. So I curled myself around him and enjoyed the ride. And the view. And that peaceful, contented feeling that came over me when we touched.

When we got back to his apartment, he said, "You seem tired."

"I am. It's been a busy week … getting ready to go."

With his hands on the sides of my face, he kissed me as he walked me backward toward the bathroom. Then, he turned on the shower, letting the water heat up as he silently undressed me.

There were times that he was talkative during sex—sometimes his words were tender, sometimes he talked dirty.

And sometimes, he didn't talk at all. This was one of those times.

While we were in the shower, he spoke with his eyes, his hands, his lips and tongue. My senses were on overload.

He reached to turn off the water, and then he toweled me dry. After pulling one of his t-shirts over my head, he took my hand and led me into the bedroom.

Once we were in bed, he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into his chest.

We were both awake for a long time, but finally, I felt his arm go heavy on me. As I listened to his breathing, I tried to memorize everything about the way it felt to be with him like this.

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Even with my eyes closed, I could tell that there was bright sunlight streaming through the windows. I rolled away from the light, wanting to stay asleep just a little longer. But a few seconds later, I felt Eli climb into bed behind me. He placed kisses on my shoulder and neck. Then he continued down my spine. When he reached my lower back, his lips moved to my hip. He rolled me onto my back and settled himself between my thighs.

"Mmmm," I moaned. What an incredible way to wake up.

My mind came out of its sleepy haze just before a series of orgasms fried it.

He moved his body over mine and kissed my mouth. Then, he said, "Coffee. Shower. Then I'll make you breakfast."

"Sounds perfect."

And it was perfect. A perfect morning together. Slow and lazy. Just the two of us in a little bubble, isolated from the real world.

But then, the real world crashed into our bubble.

My phone buzzed with a text notification.

Honey, just wondering when you'll be back at the house. Alicia wants us all to eat together before it's time to leave. Also looks like you have some things to finish packing.

"Your dad?"

"Yeah."

Intense emotion passed between us as we made eye contact. I mean, we both knew this day would come. But that didn't make it any easier.

I replied to my dad: I should be there in an hour.

Eli took the phone out of my hand and set it on the coffee table. Then, he took my hand and pulled me into his lap. No words. He just held me—like he was afraid to let go.

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It was midafternoon by the time Eli took me back to the house. He hung around while I did my last-minute packing. Then he stayed for dinner with my family. After we finished eating, it was time to head to the airport.

Backup had attached himself to me the moment I walked through the door. He did not leave my side during dinner or while I was packing. He knew I was leaving. Even though he had more family members now, he had a special attachment to me. And I would miss him too.

Eli and I had said our goodbyes at his apartment, but when I walked up to my room to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything, he followed me upstairs for one last moment alone.

He shut my bedroom door, and then he backed me up against a wall and kissed me senseless. His kisses had always made me go all gooey on the inside. But this kiss was even more brain-scrambling than normal.

Thoughts were swirling around in my head—not very coherently, mind you. Mostly questions: How can I leave again? And not see him every day? Not kiss him every day?

When he broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against mine and sighed. "I know you need to go, Mia. But damn, it's gonna suck to wake up in an empty bed tomorrow morning."

"Yeah. It really is."

He leaned away from me and reached for my hand. "You ready to do this?"

Placing my hand in his, I said, "Not even a little bit."

When we got downstairs, Wallace was standing by the door. "Everyone else is waiting in the car."

As we walked out to the driveway, I asked Eli one last time, "Are you sure you don't want to come with us to the airport?"

"Yeah. It would be too hard to say goodbye again."

He gave me a chaste kiss just before I climbed into the car. As Dad pulled out onto the street, I turned back to see Eli standing next to his Mustang—with his hands in his pockets, watching us drive away.

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The goodbyes at the airport were a little less intense but still emotional.

Darrell and I had gotten close over the summer—mostly because he decided to crash my daily run. Hard to be angry about him wanting to have one-on-one time with his "big sister." Yep, that's what I heard him call me when he was talking to his friends one day. So when he gave me a hand-drawn going away card, I cried. Of course, I cried.

Wallace and I had spent some time together earlier in the week when Eli had to work late. We had done our sappy goodbye speeches then. But there were still hugs and tears at the airport.

Alicia slipped me some cash and gift cards when she hugged me goodbye. I had enjoyed getting to spend time with her this summer. We had spent a lot of time together in the kitchen. She promised to bake my favorites and send care packages throughout the school year.

As I walked toward the gate, I told myself for the hundredth time that transferring had been a good decision.

At least, I hoped it would be … in the long run.


A/N:

Thank you for your patience these past months. I hope it was worth the wait.

Should be a much shorter wait time for the next update. The rough draft of Chapter 6 is written (just needs to be edited).

Until next time …

~Jen

29 June 2022