2brown-eyes is reading my Christmas drabble already :P

No song so…

Mama, I'm Coming Home-Ozzy Ozborne

"He told me to let you know that he's waiting in the cafeteria," Mrs. Green says, a gentle sigh escaping as she offers up her opinion of having Edward around. "It's been a pleasure watching him let Doctor Cullen show him the ropes this summer."

"Yes, ma'am," I say as I wait for the elevator. "Maybe you'll get another chance in a few years."

"That would be lovely," she replies as I step into the elevator.

The trip to the cafeteria passes quickly, and I'm practically skipping by the time I spy the door. I'm both sad and excited, while also being a nervous wreck.

Is that even possible?

I'm saying yes.

Yes, it is.

I'm sad because time in Forks is winding down, and it's our home. The only home I've ever known. Leaving here is going to open up the big wide world to me in ways I've never dreamed of, and maybe I never wanted that. I'm still unsure.

But I'm excited because I have Edward.

And nervous.

This last one is due to the talk that needs to happen. I've been waiting for him to bring it up, and he hasn't, which has been stressing me out. It's definitely an important topic, maybe the most important, and we've both ignored it like the plague.

He stands as soon as I enter, waving me over with a smile. I feel like everyone in the room is glaring, but I don't dare pan my eyes to check. I don't want to know. These people have watched Bree come and go all summer and suddenly she's gone and I'm here often.

Yeah.

So not looking.

"Hey, you." It doesn't matter. Nothing does but the guy who's smiling like I just gifted him the dopest sack of weed ever. "I've already grabbed you some lunch. I hope that's okay?"

"Of course it's okay," I say, settling in the chair beside him and snagging a Dorito from his bag. "Did you think my own would stop me from eating yours?"

He huffs a laugh through his nose, digging out another chip and putting it to my lips. "What's mine is yours, B."

My heart speeds up and this emotion-filled bubble swells in my chest. I feel like I can't catch my breath and have too much air inside me at the same time. I've spent so long pushing that I forgot just how fucking good we are together.

How good he makes me feel.

"I'm going to Keene," I blurt, holding my breath as he absorbs that information.

His jaw stops moving, his brows furrow, his eyes search mine, and I wait while he puts it all together. "Keene State? In New Hampshire?"

I nod.

Lips clamped shut.

I want to give him time to work it all out and decide how he feels without my excitement or nerves overwhelming him.

A slow smile spreads across his pretty lips. "When did you make this decision?"

"Last fall."

"And you've known the whole summer?"

I nod again.

Still waiting.

My stomach in knots.

"That's fucking awesome, B." A spark of happiness lights his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why didn't you ask?"

I'm not trying to be difficult, but it really is the burning question. At no point since we reconciled has he bothered to ask about my plans, and we're mere days from him leaving.

"I was afraid of the answer," he says, his voice soft—careful. "The whole conversation, if I'm being honest."

"It wouldn't have mattered where I was going," I say softly, scooting my chair closer to his. "Because I am never, ever letting you go again."

"That's good," he says, fighting a grin. "Because I wouldn't let you if you tried."

I take his hand, lining our fingers together before slipping mine between his much larger ones. "I hope you don't mind me crashing your college experience by being only an hour away."

"Like you could ever crash anything when it comes to me." He snorts a laugh before becoming serious again. "So even if I hadn't come home this summer, you were coming to New Hampshire?"

My nerves act up again, knotting into a ball. "Yeah."

"Would you have come to me?" His eyes roam my face, steady green roving over every inch.

"Eventually," I say, nodding once. "I'm almost positive of it. How could I be that close and never let you know?"

"I like the thought of that." He looks off into the future, a different one than what will play out now. "Knowing everything would've still worked out."

"Me too."

Damn them cuties.

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