15. Fast Flying Kiss: If your partner is going out of town, look into his/her eyes from the distance and blow a kiss in their direction, letting it fly towards them.

Viviana x Bill

A young brunette continued to pack away her bags. She made a mental check list of what she had and what she still needed to get put in boxes and luggages. She didn't need to bring that favorite pair of heels with her, there was no doubt in her mind that she would wear them to a dance. The girl, Viviana Lovett, started to throw clothes into her luggage, at this point not caring what she would end up wearing. Five days out of the week she would be required to wear a skin tight uniform for seven hours of the day, she didn't even think she would change out of them unless it was into her pajamas. That reminded her that she wanted to pack her silky blue pajamas with the cute little mouses sitting on the moon.

"Knock, knock," a man said while entering the room.

"Bill!" Viviana shouted with joy.

"Your parents said you were leaving for the States tomorrow... why was I never informed?"

"It's not your business," she replied simply, attitude suddenly colder.

"I think the people of Facebook have less of a right than me, Vivian," Bill countered.

This was William Lockhart, a British heartthrob and a teacher of world history. You could ask him what kind of fish a Mayan warrior ate and he would give you a articulate answer without even having to think. But his brain wasn't the only thing that made him attractive, it was also his charitable nature. If you checked his checkbook, you would see that he's donated nearly ten thousand dollars to charities varying from Alzeimer's disease to abused animals all the way back to children in third world countries. And you have to remember this is on a teacher's salary. Rated America's second most stressful occupation. Plus, he was a formerly taken man, by a Missy Parkinson. Fortunately, Viviana had told him the truth and released him from the blonde's evil clutches.

"But what does it matter? I will be leaving for America to further my education," she said while putting a box of jewelry into her suitcase.

"Be that as it may, Vivian. I was hoping you and I could further something else."

"Further what?"

"I was hoping that by coming to your house today, that you would consider the proposal I had asked you into."

The native Romanian girl's cheeks turned red.

"Bill, I hope you know that in Britian, Romania, AND America have the same law of minors and adults getting married."

"Vivian, you have to take in consideration what this would mean," Bill reasoned.

"What would this mean because I do not understand why you proposed to me in the first place?"

"You cannot ignore that I do have feelings for you."

"Yes, feelings you developed after I told you about Missy."

"No, feelings I developed upon coming to Romania and being introducted to someone I could not have for a good five years."

"So you stayed with Missy because I was not an option?"

"In a sense, at the time, there was no doubt in my mind that you would find a young man, your age, who could be there for you."

"So you are admitting that you want to be in a romantic relationship with me?"

"Well I'm certainly not asking you to brush my teeth," he replied sarcastically.

"You do not seem to understand this, but I am leaving for the US. Tomorrow."

"Vivian, the fact that you are leaving does not bother me."

"But the fact that you weren't willing to risk being with me bothers me."

The girl went back to packing away her stuff, doing her best to ignore the fact that the teacher was still there. Bill continued to stand there with a straight face and just watched her. He wasn't too sure what kind of an argument he could put up.

"You're still here?" Vivian asked.

"I have been here for several minutes thinking."

"About?"

"How I can convince you to wait for us."

"Why should I wait?"

"Because I can be your only chance at marital happiness."

"You are or I am yours?"

"What difference does that make?" he asked her.

"The difference is is that if I married you, you would be happy, but not me."

"So you're saying that if we were in an intimate relationship together, you would be unhappy."

"No, I'm saying that if you even appeared at my funeral, I would roll in my grave in unhappiness. I do not want you in my life anymore."

"If that is how you feel, then I will escort myself out," Bill replied, defeatedly.

"Good," Vivian said while tucking away her underwear.

She continued to pack in silence, trying to get the image of Bill out of her mind.

"Vivian," he called.

"Yes?"

"I love you," the man said while blowing her a kiss.

"Yeah, well I do not love you," she responded by catching the kiss and stomping on it dramatically.

The dark haired man frowned but left, no sense in being where he isn't wanted. Ignoring the stinging feeling in her chest, Vivian finished her packing with tears streaming down her was leaving for America tomorrow and soon, she would forget all about the man.

By the way, the bolded words is supposed to be Romanian since it would be too much work to translate them.