One Last NightMature

My yearbook was covered in words that I couldn't bear to read. Full of love and 'I miss you'. Grace squeezed me tightly, Anne Marie next, and Stacey last.

"Dollface," she said, "I'm gonna miss you. Keep in touch. And... we'll meet up when you get back right? Or I'll come to Australia, babe."

I smiled and nodded.

"Shit," I said, wiping a tear, "I'm getting too sentimental."

Grace laughed.

"I'll be there when you graduate the course, honey. I'll bring the girls."

She winked, kissing my cheek. Dan, Frankie, and Griffin walked by.

"Damn," Dan whispered, staring at my dress, "I'm gonna miss looking at your gorgeous bod. Don't get fat in Australia, Hales."

He squeezed me, lifting me up.

"Thanks for the advice," I said, "I appreciate it."

Frankie hugged me.

"I'll miss you, best friend," he whispered.

Griffin lightly wrapped an arm around my body.

"Have fun, Hales."

Jacob came by.

"Don't cry, man," Dan said, "stay strong."

"Shut up, idiot. I'm dropping her off at the airport at 12."

Jacob smiled.

"You coming to my house after?" Dan asked.

"Yeah," Jake said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"You guys better not invite some hookers," I added, looking up at him.

"Well," Dan said, "we might."

"Why would a hooker wanna do a wimpy little teenager?" Anne Marie joked.

"Ahem," Jake cleared his throat, "have you fucking seen my abs, my biceps, my big ass dick?"

"No," Anne Marie retorted, "I don't wanna."

"And you're not gonna," I smiled.

Anne Marie laughed, wrapping her slender arms around Griffin.

"You ready to go?" Jacob asked, taking my hand.

"Yeah," I whispered.

I looked at my friends, my school, everything that meant something to me.

"Bye douchebags," I waved to the guys.

They smiled.

"And by, darlings."

I stared at my three sisters, smiling, holding back their tears. I leaned into Jacob and we walked to the car.

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My mom was waiting for me when I got home. As well as my two brothers. She smiled. Jacob walked in.

"Hello, Jacob," she said, hugging him.

I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Hello, Sandra," he said.

My brothers waved. Well, Matt did. Jacob was his idol. Levi didn't care too much. Well, he would if Jacob hurt me. But... hopefully that wouldn't be happening too soon.

"Do you have everything packed?" my mom asked.

I nodded.

"I'm just gonna go get my things. Make sure I have everything."

"Well, hurry. Dr. Hugh is coming over to meet you before you leave."

"What?"

She nodded, and I slowly walked up the stairs.

"Don't do anything, Jacob," my mom warned.

"Sandra, it's really your daughter's fault... she's the one who turns me on. And... that's definitely not my fault."

"How the hell can my sister turn you on?" Matt called.

"She's sexy, man!"

I groaned.

"Jacob," my mom said.

"Yeah, I know. I know."

I led him into my room. He sat on the bed. My luggage was neatly packed. I had some books, some stuff to do if I got bored, my charger, and other necessary items.

"You're staying at your aunt's house?" Jacob asked, jumping onto my bed.

"Yep," I said.

"Who the hell's Dr. Hugh?"

"My mom's fiance. My pediatrician."

"Holy crap. That's weird. He's seen your vagina and now your mom's marrying him."

"Oh god, Jacob."

A chill ran through me.

"I'm just kidding. Not really. But, it won't be awkward at all."

I rolled my eyes.

"What time should I drop you off?" he asked.

"We'll leave around... 10? The airport's not that far away."

He looked around.

"We haven't done it in a while," he noted.

"I know."

He groaned. I sat down on the bed next to him.

"You're supposed to be helping me make sure I have everything. Help me get ready to go to Australia. And yet you're sitting here thinking about sex."

"Well, it's hard not to. You're leaving for a fucking year. I won't be able to kiss you, touch you, or do you for a year."

"For a year?"

"For a year."

"Wow. That's  a long, long, long, long time."

"I know."

"That sucks, doesn't it?"

He pouted. I got up.

"Unzip me," I said, pushing my hair aside so he could help me out of my dress.

I slipped out of my shoes. He got up, playing with the zipper on the back of my dress. He leaned down and kissed my neck, nibbling on its side. It tickled. He unzipped my dress slowly. I let it fall to the ground. I turned around and kissed him playfully.

"Jakey," I whispered, "can you please?"

"What?" he asked a little confused.

Once it clicked, he leaned in to deepen the kiss. I wrapped my legs around his waist. My bra soon slipped onto the floor, followed by his shirt, pants... etc. etc.

He kissed my neck. I felt his body ease into mine.

"Fuck, this feels good," he whispered.

"That's 'cause I'm sexy, man," I laughed.

"Yeah," he moaned.

"Your boxers have ducks on them," I smiled, as he kissed my jawbone.

"I know. I didn't have a clean pair."

"Whatever. They're hot."

"I know."

"Hey, babe, if I was a guy... I would be having a boner right now."

He laughed, remebering I said that the first time we did this. I felt his lips against my skin. They felt good. And I had to savor this moment. For a fucking year.

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