AN: Hey guys, so here goes another chapter. Not sure were I'm going with this one, so I guess we'll just have to see...
Hope you enjoy :)
"So, what are your plans for winter break? are you going to get a job?" He asked me.
"No, I don't think so. I saved up enough money"
"Yeah, me to".
"Can I tell you a secret, Dante?" I asked.
"Of course you can, Ari. You know you can tell me anything."
"I think I want to be a writer."
"Really?"
"Yeah"
"You would be a great writer!" he said happily. "Is that why you want to go to NYU?"
"Yeah," I said. "and to get away. You know, go somewhere more excepting." I answered. Then adding more quietly "Plus that's where you'r going..."
"We should be getting our letters soon" he said, a kind of anxious edge to his voice.
"You'r going to get in for sure." I said, and meant it.
"I really really hope so." he said.
"Yeah, me to"
"But what if we don't? or what if only one of us gets in? what happens then?" he said, sounding a little sad.
"Then we try next year, and take a year off from school".
"That could be fun" he said, with the ghost of a smile on his lips.
But I knew he didn't mean it.
Dante wanted to go to college.
Dante was meant to go to college.
Dante was meant to go to NYU and become an artist and move to Paris and fight for gay rights and become the next Harvey Milk of the art world.
Not stay in this place any longer that needed.
And I was going to be there with him. I had to. I couldn't stand being apart from him.
So we both had to get in to NYU.
I would study literature.
He would study art.
We would be together.
And everything would be perfect.
AN: Okay, so I don't know anything, really, about college, so I just kind of guessed when they should get their letters and stuff like that, but I really have no idea, since college in Israel (where I live) and college in America is different.
I'm sorry it was so short, I just kind of felt like it had to end there. I'll try to make next chapter longer.
Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed :)