The rest of the summer pretty much passed that way. Every day was spent with Ashley. Each day we’d push each other just a bit closer to the edge that would change our relationship forever.  The end of July was fast approaching and Ashley’s departure was growing closer and closer. She was going back on the fifth of August so that she could get her apartment set up and have everything ready to go for the start of the semester.  I wanted to cry every time I thought about it so I just refused to talk about it or participate in the planning of her going away party. It was just four days until she left and I was moping in my room, waiting for her to come over.

                “Hey babe,” Ashley said, making me jump slightly at her sudden appearance at my bedside. She climbed into the bed with me, getting under the covers and pulling me into her. “What are you thinking about?” She asked, resting her chin on my shoulder.

                “California.” I answered, making her frown but nod. “I was thinking that maybe I could take all of my necessary courses first semester since I only have three more to go and I could graduate in December. Then I could get into UCLA for the second semester and be with you.” A frown crossed over her face as she propped herself up so that she could see me better.

                “Spencer, I love you, but that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” I snorted at her bluntness but sighed deeply. “You only have one senior year and I want you to enjoy it. If you graduate in December you’ll miss Prom and the soccer season, not to mention your graduation ceremony, or the senior ski trip!”

                “I’d rather have you.”

                “You have me babe. As much as I want to be selfish and have you with me always I don’t want you to regret skipping over all of this. As cheesey as it is you’ll love it when you look back; not to mention that the soccer team would murder me for stealing you away your senior year.” I chuckled but tried to avoid the truth in her voice.