IDOI

New thing. I know I have unfinished work, but I had to start this before I forgot. Essentially, it's a buncha stories about ships that are not written enough or at all.

A week before the end of senior year, the air had turned hot and dry, and classes had turned long and boring. The teachers were unbearable. It was almost as if they were trying to squeeze in as much torture before graduation as they could. Mrs. Briggs handed out detentions as often as she did homework assignments. Mr. Howard's scowl was so common that kids were betting his face was stuck that way. Needless to say, school had become hell on Earth.

Which is why they ditched and were currently lounging on the football field somewhere in between the forty and the fifty. Lying next to each other, they watched as cotton candy bunnies and marshmallow pirate ships drifted slowly across the sky. They had been there for about 3 periods and still neither wanted to leave.

But as they watched, both were aware of the slowly inflating balloon that made itself apparent between them. It consisted of unspoken words and morose observations. It needed to be popped.

So she did.

Without tearing her gaze from the bright blue sky, she stated the fact that he had been trying so hard to put out of his mind.

"Harvard is so far from Stanford."

His silence prompted her to continue.

"How is this going to work, Freddie?"

She faced him, wordlessly imploring him to look at her.

He knew she wanted him to make the decision. He knew there were only two options and neither was easy. He knew the odds of success for long distance relationships.

It was going to take a lot to maintain what they had from opposite ends of the country. And they would both be busy. Her with her goals to become a doctor and him with his dreams of becoming an engineer.

She was right. Harvard and Stanford were so, so far apart. They could make the calls and send the e-mails, but it wouldn't be the same.

And yet, he knew there was that nagging feeling inside his heart that begged him not to let go. He hadn't felt this way before. Not with Carly or even Sam. She was special. Every day when he looked at her, it was like she was his lighthouse. She helped him through so many difficult situations. When his mom died, she was there. When he failed all those classes, she was there. When he was on that ledge, she was there. And after all that, she was still shining bright, illuminating his world.

"Freddie?"

He took a deep breath. He looked at her. With her red hair strewn about her and her clear eyes staring back at him, he thought she had never looked as beautiful as she was now. He looked down at their hands, barely touching at the fingertips. He took hers in his, feeling how delicate she was and giving hers a light squeeze.

She smiled, already knowing what his answer was going to be.

"Don't worry, Wendy. We'll find a way. I promise."

Weddie? I kind of a weddie shipper. It's nice and peaceful.

Please, sir, may I have a review?