50 Ways To Spend Your Christmas, Stuck With an Annoyingly Hot Emo Delinquent [30 - Epilogue]

"DIdn't we both agree that a long distance thing won't really work out well in the end?" I asked, checking my phone for updates. Not from the school. From Keira. It was mandatory to reply all of her messages or she'll call the cops and would report you missing.

I kid you not.

"You're the one who said so in the first place," I continued, smirking at Nathan and he rolled his eyes. "Well now I unsaid it," he snapped impatiently. He took my phone away from my fingers and tucked it inside his pocket.

"Nathan," I barked. "If Keira--"

"Keira can live without having you to reply all of her messages for the next 2 minutes. I can't."

He made these kinds of little lovey dovey confessions every day that it didn't surprised me anymore. Although he did tell me with great difficulty at first. Now the both of us were used to those little expressions.

I glared at him. "Why couldn't you go to school here like the rest of the normal kids?" he said. "So what the people in boarding school are not normal? That is some kind of a logic you have there, Bradley," I spat and despite himself, his lips twitched.

"Shut up!" I said, aghast as I hit him on his shoulder. "You're being unreasonable, Nathan," I said. "This year would be my last year in Catherwood," I said, frowning. "I'll be here on summer and Christmas."

As for term breaks, we had to buy our own tickets. So I usually opted to stay with Scott and Keira doing our usual madness around school on term breaks. Keira and her obsessive flirting, Scott and his feather boa...me and...the library.

Fuck, I had such a boring life.

His face softened. "What would happen then?"

I felt at lost when he asked me that. Things would be crazy for him early this year. I gaze back at those blue eyes I saw so much for the past month. He was searching mine for an answer and sighed. "For Christ's sake," he muttered, raking his fingers through his hair.

That I proudly cut.

Although he still had that fringe...

It was nearly impossible to ambush someone's hair.

"I don't know, Nathan," I said, feeling a twinge of apprehension. I would probably go for a scholarship ('go' as in working my ass off to get one) to continue my studies in Britain...and then I'll probably search for a job back home...

"But you're making a big deal out of this," I scolded, pouting as I crossed my arms and stared dead ahead. To my surprise, I could already see the outline of the airport and for a moment there, I panicked.

As if saying goodbye to my parents every wasn't enough to make me squirm, trying to hold back my tears in but failing miserably. I never should've agreed to Nathan tagging along with me on this cab. Stupid Charlotte.

Who knows if either one of us would change as years pass, I didn't even know if love would too. That was why we never proclaimed ourselves a couple or anything. And for some reason, even though I was sitting next to him, I felt lonely just thinking about it.

EWR was looming close.

And a few minutes later, I was standing at the pavement, staring at the cabbie who was kind enough to unload my stuff from the back of the car...well, after I paid him. In a swift moment, Nathan held me in his arms and kissed my forehead.

I laughed, but rather than sounding jolly...it sounded strained and wobbly. "Please don't make this harder for the both of us," I said, resting my head on his shoulder. "I don't want you to go," he whispered.

"I'm sorry," I muttered, giving him soft kisses on the side of his face. He brought my face up to his and pressed his lips against mine. "It's not like the either of us are going to die," I scoffed and he rolled his eyes playfully.

This was how we cope with these kinds of situation: you know, the ones where I might burst into tears for. We insult each other. "Yeah well you'll probably going to drive the stewardess near madness. She'll kill you first."

"Don't let the Mr. Cabbie here kill himself by driving into a truck with your obnoxious instructions," I replied. The cabbie glanced at us nervously and Nathan gave me another long kiss on the lips. "I guess this is it," I said.

"Yeah."

We just stood there in comfortable silence for a moment until a burst of laughter errupted from inside. When I looked through the walls and walls of glass windows, I squinted hard before finally catching a glimpse of Scott and Keira.

With the stewards.

"Somehow it always amazes me how your friends can be like that and you can be like...this," he said and I slapped his arm. "I'll see you later, alligator," I said, grinning stiffly as my legs move towards the doors.

"Carrot!" Nathan called out, and as I turned around, I saw something was being hurled at me. I extended my arm out, my heart beating quickly and I caught it. I blushed furiously. The notebook I left on my desk.

I forgot about that.

Did he saw what was in it?

"As a thank you," he said, grinning boyishly.

* * *

Scott. The amazing Scott somehow made the entire passengers singing "Baa-baa black sheep!". Keira and I exchanged glances from across the aisle. The stewardess kept shooting him a friendly glance, giggling once in a while.

Holy shit it felt as if I was in a tour bus or something.

I rested my head on the window, listening to the engine roaring as usual. My eyes gazed out towards the ground below, which was slowly disappearing to be replaced by a sheet of vast, blue ocean. And at that moment, I wanted to cry.

Sighing, I remembered the notebook. Just for the sake of reading something, I pulled open the strap thing and flip over my less-than-artistic doodles of flowers that could scare the crap out of a kid. Tilting it upright, still flicking, suddenly something dropped to my lap.

I stared at the beautiful silver bracelet with turqoise decorating around it. Puzzled, I picked it up and tried to trace where it had fallen off. Then I finally saw it. Someone scribbled something on the page where I stopped writing about the 50 ways.

A familiar neat writing that formed a small note.

'You're forgetting to write about falling in love with said emo delinquent.'

"Charlotte? Are you okay?" Keira quipped when she saw my face.

A smile touched my lips.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

A/N: In case you didn't read the description...

I won't be making a sequel!

I'm sorry. But read the description up there (you know, the one beneath the title) to see my explanation DX