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Our Journey!
Part Three: Tuesday Night, June 4, 2013
Eric has been my best friend since we started talking when I was sixteen. We’ve been dating for nearly two years. He never told his parents, understandably, because he knew they’d disapprove of our five year age difference. But now I am eighteen, and there isn’t anything they can do. Eric, I have loved since only a few months after I met him. I knew right away he was going to be very important to me. And I knew I would do anything just to be with him for the rest of my life, including move to Australia.
I approached my mom the next day after school, “Hey, mom. Can we talk?”
“About what?” she looked up from the newspaper; her feet were propped up on the table as she reclined in the chair.
“I’m not going to college, I’ve decided.” I flinched, afraid that she was going to scream.
“Why?” She said, looking back at the newspaper.
“I’m leaving, after graduation. I’m going with Eric.”
“Where?” she snapped, looking at me now.
“T-to Australia, to follow our . . . our dreams,” I managed.
“No,” she said, “You aren’t going with him. You’ve only been together for a small amount of time. You can’t just leave your family for him.”
“I’m not leaving you guys for him, mom. I’m going to start my own life. I can’t just stay here forever. I’m going to leave eventually.”
“You are NOT going to Australia. That’s final.”
“Watch me! I’m eighteen now, mom, I can do anything.”
“Don’t come crying to me when you are poor and lost in a new country.”
I ran to my room and picked up my phone to call Eric. He didn’t answer, but after getting his voicemail, I received a text.
I’m at work, can’t talk. What’s going on?
I replied with angry, shaky fingers, Mom and I got into a fight. About Australia.
We’ll talk later. I’ll be over after work, he wrote. And he was true to his word. Around five, his car pulled into my driveway. I ran outside before he can get out of the car. I scrambled into the passenger’s seat, leaning over to kiss him.
“What’s the problem?” He asked after the kiss.
“Mom is treating me like a traitor, like I’m betraying her and dad. . .” I said, picking at my fingernails.
“Stop that,” he laid his hand on mine and sighs, “Maybe we shouldn’t go. . .”
“No, we have to,” I demanded.
He shakes his head as he mumbles, “So stubborn.”
“Yes, I am. Want to come inside?” I asked, opening the car door.
He nodded and followed me up to the door and into my room. I flung myself onto my bed and curled into a ball. I felt him lie on his back next to me, and I uncurled and climbed onto him, straddling his waist. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest.
“I love you,” I smiled.
“I love you too,” he kissed my head; “I looked online last night. I found a fully furnished apartment in Sydney for a decent price. Found a cheaper one in Melbourne, but it’s not furnished.”
“Well I know nothing about either city, but I think the furnished apartment would be a better choice.”
“I agree . . . I can’t believe it’s only a week until you get out. We should probably get our plane tickets soon.”
“Okay, how about now?” I sat up and crawled off of Eric, grabbing my laptop from my bedside table, “Should we check the airport in Philly?”
“Sure, but we need to compare prices and routes.”
I nodded and went to expedia.com. I filled out the flight search boxes, “from” Pennsylvania and “to” Sydney. A few flights appeared on the screen.
“The cheapest costs one thousand five hundred dollars, each, for the flight,” I informed Eric, “I don’t have nearly enough. Do you?”
He shook his head, “Nowhere close.”
“We could rob a bank,” I joke in a serious tone.
He chuckled, “That’s not a good idea.”
I smiled, “Darn. Anyway, I only have six hundred dollars in my bank account. I need like, nine hundred more in a week.”
“I have just a little more than you. We don’t even have enough if we put our money together.” “Wait . . . I can access the savings account my gram made me now,” I log onto the banks website to check my savings account, “Two thousand four hundred dollars. That gives us enough!” I return to the flight page and book it.
“I can’t use your money. That’s rightfully yours.” Eric shook his head yet again.
I plopped the laptop down on the mattress, “Sure you can. I insist. Our love is worth it.”
He smiled, “You’re right, but I owe you. Let’s book the flight, then.”
“Already done,” I laid next to him once more, “I’m officially broke.”
“Thank you,” he nuzzled my neck.
“No need to thank me,” I kissed his cheek, “Together we have a single future, and we have to work together to reach our goals.”
“May I stay the night, my love?” he smiled, and I nodded.
PART ONE:http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3468572
PART TWO:http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3468750
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