"Hey, Billy?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever thought about what the future will be like after we graduate high school?"

Billy looked down to see Sidney staring up at him. They were lying on her bed together, late at night while her father was sleeping down the hall. She was cuddled up to him, her upper half splayed across his chest while her lower half was still on the bed. He had one hand behind his head while the other was wrapped around her shoulders, holding her as close as humanly possible to him.

"Are you asking because graduation is tomorrow?" He asked, although he already knew the answer.

Sidney nodded. "Yeah," she replied.

For a teenager, high school graduation was a big deal. It meant the end of homework, five six-hour days every week, and constantly having to be role models for the lowerclassmen. It also meant thinking seriously about jobs, college, relationships, and so on. It was the first step they had to take to enter the adult world. It was exciting, but scary. Very, very scary because for many people, their safety net was gone and then they were just freefalling into what felt like an endless void, especially if they weren't sure what they wanted to do with their lives.

But Billy…Billy knew exactly what he wanted to do and who he wanted to do it with.

"I have thought about it, actually," he told her.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"What do you see?"

Billy smiled at the question. She sounded so curious but cautious, as if there'd be any part of his answer that she wouldn't like.

'My silly, sweet Princess,' he thought fondly.

"Well," he began, clutching her closer to him. "I see myself majoring in automotive technology. You know how much I like cars and how I love fixing up mine. I've always wanted to be a mechanic. I do want to have a minor, though. Criminology. I figured that understanding crime and criminal behavior could help in the future, especially with…" he paused for a moment. "Especially with understanding why it happened."

That it was the murder spree that darkened their town's history, beginning with Sidney's mother Maureen Prescott and continuing one year later with Steve Orth, Casey Becker, and their principal Arthur Himbry. It was a very uncomfortable subject for all of them, but Billy couldn't help but dedicate at least part of his college education into finding out how tragedies like that happen.

Sidney shuddered a bit and he kissed the top of her head in apology for bringing up those painful memories.

"I love that you want to be a mechanic," she said.

"Yeah? Why's that?"

Sidney looked up at him again, sporting a cheeky grin with her eyes full of mischief. "Seeing you working on a car, all hot and sweaty, makes you perfect eye candy," she answered, her voice playfully seductive.

A loud, full laugh escaped from deep within Billy's chest at that. "Damn, Princess," he said, impressed by how smooth his girlfriend could be when she loosened up a bit. "And here I thought it was because you're happy that I was following my dream."

"Nah, it's the eye candy," she joked.

Shaking his head, the couple lapsed into a comfortable silence for a while before she spoke up: "I always wanted to major in theater and do something with that, but I also love writing, so I'm going to have an English minor so I can do that on the side while I work in theater or have it to fall back on in case nothing pops up for me."

"Sidney Prescott, the Queen of Contingency Plans," Billy commented.

"It's good to be prepared."

"It is, but you're amazing. Anyone with half a brain would pick you for something in theater. Don't forget…I've come to all of the shows that Drama Club produced and you were in all of them. You may not have always been the lead, but when you acted, you acted the hell out of it and people were always impressed with you."

Sidney blushed. "No, they weren't," she denied.

"Yes, they were," he said, moving his hand upward so he gently gripped her chin with his fingers; she had no choice but to stare deeply into his eyes and see the sincerity in them. "Every time I heard our classmates talk about the shows the days after, your name would be brought up and they'd have nothing but kind things to say. It wasn't just me who'd hear it, either. I'm sure Tatum told you about all of the praise that was sent your way."

"She did," Sidney admitted. "But I just thought she was doing her job as my best friend and making me feel better about being so nervous…"

Billy rolled his eyes. "Please," he scoffed. "No offense, but as nice as she is to you and Stu, Tatum's kind of a bitch. She's not Christina Carpenter or Laura Scelfo bitchy, but she definitely does not sugarcoat anything."

He had a point, Sidney had to acknowledge that. Tatum was very sassy and honest; even if she tried to ease her into things, like when she was telling her about all of the rumors surrounding her mother's promiscuity (which she now knew were true), the blonde always told her the truth, and she extended the same courtesy towards others. Some people, like Billy or the bullies, were given much harsher words, but Tatum never once lied. Her best friend/unbiological sister always believed that the truth had the best outcome, even if it could be painful.

Seeing that Sidney accepted his words, Billy removed his hand from her chin and wound it around her shoulders once more while she returned her head to its previous position on his chest.

"Mostly, though, whenever I think about my future…you're always in it. You're always in my future because you're the only one I can see a future with."

Sidney stared up at him again, happy tears shining in her eyes. "You're always in my future, too," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You're all I see."

Billy looked down at her. He wasn't smiling, but his eyes told her all that she needed to know. "What do you see?" He whispered. "What does a future between us look like to you?"

The intensity between them was stifling but in a good way, and she couldn't look away from him for a second. Her hand was clutching onto his shirt, at his heart like she was holding it in her palm.

'She does,' he thought. 'She's the only girl who ever has.'

"I see us being married," Sidney told him. "Happily, and we have kids."

"How many kids do you want?"

"I don't know. Definitely more than one, though. I always wished that Mom and Dad had more children. I would have loved to have a sibling."

Billy smirked, suddenly picturing Sidney with a huge pregnancy belly and several children crowding around her.

Sidney laughed. "What?" She asked.

Billy didn't answer. Instead he pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss, one that instantly had her melting into his arms. When he broke the kiss, she was staring at him with the same sweet glaze in her eyes that always overcame her during their intimate moments.

"We're going to have all of that and more," he promised her. "No matter what, you will be my wife and the mother of my children."

His ardent vow made her heart pound and her mind cloud with love and happiness. Billy always kept his word when he gave it, and hearing him give her his word as far as their future went made her the happiest girl in the world.

"And you're going to be my husband and the father of my children," Sidney made a vow of her own and they met each other halfway to kiss again. It felt like they were sealing the deal.

High school graduation could be daunting for a teenager, but Sidney knew what and who she wanted and so did Billy. They were ready for the real world as long as they had each other.