FIONA

In the bed of the truck, they lay on a soft wool blanket with plump pillows to support their heads which leaned against one another. Their legs sprawled out, socked-covered feet brushing up together as their eyes fixed on the midnight sky—twinkling stars captivated their attention for it was star gazing that her girlfriend enjoyed. When she wiggled away a bit for a clear view of the girl beside herself, her eyes wandered away from the sky till they landed on the beauty that was of tan complexion, wispy loose hair strands, and lips softer than the blanket beneath their bodies.

"Imogen." She said her girlfriend's name delicately.

And just like that, she peaked her attention away from the beautiful night sky.

"Yeah, Fiones?" Her brown eyes fixated on the blue ones and those lips curled into a comforting smile.

"Do you think will be forever?" The question slipped out before she could process even an answer for herself.

"I'm not sure Fiones. What's got you thinking about that?"

"Dunno. With graduation in two weeks, it's got me thinking about us."

Now she put her eyes back on the stars. She tried counting them to calm her increasing heartbeat and locked up her throat.

"Fiones, listen."

A soft hand grabbed her's and the ten fingers intertwined in a familiar and safe hold. She could feel herself breathing normally again.

"We shouldn't dwell on the future yet. I am content, right now with you."

Back we're their heads touching.

Squeeze.

Their palms meshed, fingers stayed locked tight and she brought their hands up to rest against her stomach.

"Okay, Immy. I won't think about it."

She fit her head between her girlfriend's shoulder and neck.

"But will you answer one thing?"

"Anything."

"Will you just be my forever right here at this moment?"

"Sure Fiones. I'll be your forever, right now..."

Fiona flopped around in the bed, shifting from side to side, and eventually ripped away the blanket. With her brain wide awake now, she didn't want to try and force herself to fall back asleep so she sat upright.

There were those dreams again. But this time, it was clear who she visualized. As matter a of fact, she'd recalled an actual memory—a memory that had been buried in the depths of her mind, until that night. It had to be because she'd run into Imogen and the shock of it all caused their history and the moments to resurface into the better part of her mind.

"Ugh, I don't need this right now," Fiona gripped, stringing fingers through her scalp.

She climbed out of bed, flicked on the lights, and moved to the kitchen/living room. She sat with herself, a big sketchbook open to her latest clothing designs. Eyeing the pencil work and the intricate details, Fiona flipped through the pages admiring her work and anticipated her display at the Gala. Many Degrassi Graduates were donating artwork, products, and their time for an auction which would help fund the current student's school trip. Fiona was proud to showcase her passion and hard work to the graduates, current students, and staff.

The downside, and frankly what Fiona wasn't looking forward to about this event is having to be at the same place as Imogen for long hours. She wanted to avoid Imogen when she decided to move back to Toronto, but of course, now she was living across the hall, so avoiding her ex was damn near impossible.

Fiona's first night in her new apartment, became one with a large pot of coffee, and reality television reruns in the background while she scrolled through FaceRange. She absentmindedly clicked past family photos, baby photos, and food before her eyes refocused on a picture of Imogen posed with baby Goldsworthy.

"Ari loves her Aunty Imogen."

The caption read, posted by Clare.

Fiona's eyes trained on Imogen with round glass, long brunette hair half up, half down, and that signature toothy smile. Imogen held baby Ari close so their cheeks squished together and her face glowed with happiness. Gosh, even Fiona couldn't deny that Imogen had grown to be even more beautiful than in high school, if that was even possible because Fiona had known Imogen to be the most beautiful girl in the world.

"I have to try to sleep," Fiona said, closing the laptop and treating back to the room.

"I just hope I don't dream about her again."

…

The next morning, on her way to the new office, Fiona dressed in her long black coat again (it was her favorite) noticed a crumpled clothing item sitting by Imogen's door. Upon a closer look, she'd seen it was a pretty laced bra.

"This is just my luck, isn't it?"

Fiona bent down to pick it up in front of the door, then before knocking, she gathered a deep breath. A few moments later, the door swung open, but not to a woman with brown hair and glasses, but to a man, shirtless with tired eyes.

"Oh, um, I thought you'd be Imogen," Fiona said, with a look of panic and fear. She was certain this was the apartment Imogen had come out of the day before.

The man rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. "Sorry, I'm not a morning person," he said with a raspy voice. "Do I know you?"

Fiona tucked hair behind her ear, while she held onto her exes undergarment far longer than she wanted.

"You don't," she answered. "I just found this on the floor and wanted to return it to Imogen."

"You a friend of her's?" He yawned.

"Yeah—I mean no…not really…I just—"

Fiona awkwardly held out the bra for him.

"Here, she must have dropped this on the way to the laundry room."

"Shit, sorry she's always doing that."

He squeezed his eyes shut and scrunched his nose out of what Fiona assumed was annoyance.

"She can be in her own world sometimes," he said, rubbing his eyes.

A memory of Imogen daydreaming popped into Fiona's head. She looked content and peaceful, and she was sitting on the balcony of Fiona's loft.

"Yeah, she tends to do that a lot."

Fiona hadn't noticed she'd be standing in front of this stranger for a while until he cleared his throat.

"So anyway, thanks for the, you know…" the man said.

Fiona zapped out of her trance, shaking her head a bit. "Right, sorry. You're welcome. Tell Imogen I said morning."

The man didn't reply, he just closed the door, vanishing and leaving Fiona confused.

I think I just met Imogen's boyfriend.