“Maybe. I just saw your book and the paper. I didn’t pick them up or open them, I promise.”
“Remind me to show you something when we get back to my place,” I tell her before grabbing something else out of the glove box—a notebook and pen. “Ready to start a new bucket list?”
Audrey grabs the pen and opens it to the first page writing:
Auddie and No’s Bucket list
Go home and watch A Walk to Remember
“Whose home?” I ask, even though I know she’s been hinting at wanting to move in for a few weeks now.
“Ourhome.”
“Are you moving in?”
“It’s about time I do!” She nods with excitement before pulling my face towards hers, kissing me hard. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.”
“Nope, never!”
We kiss for a while before she pulls back. “So what do we put on the list next?”
I look down at the blank page. “Hm, you could ask for my phone number?”
Audrey pokes me. “I already have it, silly.”
“Fine, then how about this …” I write down:2.Always love each other.
“That’s too easy, Noah. It’s impossible not to love you.” She grabs the pen from me and writes down:3. Become Mrs. Noah Benson some day.
Our eyes lock and I can’t help but smirk as I rub my thumb across her cheek. “I like that idea. I’ll have to think about it though.”
She rolls her eyes but we both let out a long laugh.
“Home?” I peek in her direction as I start the car.
“Home.” She places her hand on my thigh, resting her head on my shoulder as I pull out of the parking lot.
“Do you think this is the part where the credits would roll if we were a movie? Like ‘The End’?”
“Nah, this is still the first half of the movie, the fans would want a fifty part movie about our life. Beginning to end.”
As the breeze passes through the window on our drive home, I picture what the next few years of my life will look like, it’s as if I’m in a cliché movie ending.
I don’t mind though, we both deserve the “happily ever after.”
And I know we’ve both found it.
Thirty-One: Audrey
Milestone - Matt Walden
As soon as we get through his front door, he tells me he has something else to show me. He leads me up to his bedroom, and grabs theSherlock Holmes: A Study in Scarletbook from his drawer.
“You’re still reading it?” I ask with confusion, but he shakes his head.
