Waverly let out a sigh in the form of a lip-trill. The car ride had been long and loud so far, with Wynonna yelling, or as Wynonna claimed, "singing," along with the radio.

"Come on, Waverly," Wynonna complained. "Would you lighten up already?"

"Sorry, 'Nonna," Waverly said. "You know I'm itching to get out of the car."

Wynonna scratched her chin before taking a sip out of the suspicious tumbler that was supposed to contain coffee. One hand on the wheel, Wynonna belted out another line of the P!nk song.

"Party crasher, panty snatcher," hollered Wynonna, slightly off-key.

Waverly had to admit, that while she loved her dear sister, and found her singing to be quite endearing at times, this time was not one of them. Waverly leaned over to turn off the radio station.

"Why so serious - Hey!" Wynonna protested, shoving away Waverly's hand before pressing the button to turn back on the radio. To Wynonna's credit, she did turn down the volume. "Are you sure you're alright? You love school! Shouldn't you be excited to see the campus? I heard it's beautiful, something you should appreciate, and Champ said he'd meet us when we arrived. If you aren't excited to see the campus, which you strangely aren't, apparently, then you should be excited to see your boyfriend, shouldn't you? He's an ass, alright, but he's your boyfriend no less. Speaking of which, if he lays a hand on you that you don't want, you tell me, okay? Wynonna will take care of it!" Wynonna gave Waverly a reassured look before clicking her tongue and making a finger gun.

Waverly managed a small smile at Wynonna's behavior.

Wynonna clapped the wheel. "There's the million dollar smile, baby girl! Try it more often, huh? Purgatory's perfect small town girl can't tarnish her reputation, but you'll manage it if you start greeting everyone with a frown."

Waverly kept relatively quiet for the remainder of the ride, letting the older Earp indulge in the radio.

Everything was so complicated, or at least, felt complicated. She couldn't even explain half of it. She just felt it. In her bones. In her heart.

Waverly grabbed the collar of her shirt on the left hand side, by her collarbone, shifting it uneasily. She did love school, Wynonna wasn't wrong. Learning was just so interesting and full of new things! But, there were other things to think about, including Champ, the boy she "loved" so dearly.

There would be time to think about it later.

"Here!" Wynonna slammed a foot on the brake, jolting both her and Waverly forward. Waverly jumped a bit in her seat, hightailing it out of the car before any further damage could be done.

Waverly very quickly grabbed her things and headed for check-in. Wynonna followed, lugging a large suitcase and holding a flask in her right hand.

"Want some, baby girl?" Wynonna offered Waverly the flask.

Waverly looked scandalized. "Wynonna!"

"What?"

"We are on a college campus. I repeat, college campus. And if that wasn't enough, do you ever think about the legal drinking age?"

"Right, baby sis hasn't hit twenty-one yet!" Wynonna gulped down some more of whatever concoction filled the flask this time. Probably included some strong vodka.

Waverly rolled her eyes, smiling, and the two walked through the campus. Among the large crowds of new and returning students, Waverly didn't recognize any faces. Her face dropped a little bit. She'd hoped for a few familiar faces, just to remind her of home.

Home.

Waverly shook those thoughts out of her mind. Ghost Triangle University was her home now. She'd make it her home.

The Earp sisters passed an enormous rhododendron tree sporting massive pink and red blossoms. Waverly stared in awe at the beautiful flowers. The tree towered over a large green, filled with students making themselves comfortable. Waverly let go of her luggage, leaving her bags on the path. She traced a finger across the bark of the tree.

"Waves! Doc's already arrived, and we promised we'd meet up with him, remember? He's brought along Haught, since I drove with you, so let's hurry up!" Wynonna furiously waved Waverly over.

"Haught?" Waverly was confused. Who was that again?

"Flaming red-haired girl? Criminology major? She's a sophomore, only a year older than you, and only a year younger than me 'n John Henry. And Dolls. Dolls. Where's Dolls at? I better check." Wynonna tapped her phone a few times. "Come on, baby girl. It's time to go!"

Waverly let her hands linger on the tree bark for a few more seconds before following the older Earp.

Fingers crossed for a good year, Waverly prayed in her head. Fingers crossed.