Ruby's point of view
After hours on end of telling my family what England is like and about my classes and any boys (Mom looks at me knowingly at these questions, she's only asking so Jonas doesn't get suspicious), I finally get into bed. After a couple of hours of sleep, the sound of my phone ringing wakes me up. It's Chris. I answer it, groggily.
"Hi." I murmur, closing my eyes again.
"Did I wake you?" he asks. He sounds wide awake which is weird.
"Good. Because you were meant to meet me here half an hour ago."
I'm wide awake now. I sit bolt upright and jump out of bed, putting Chris on speaker phone as I dash around my room getting dressed and brushing my hair.
"I'm so sorry!" I whisper so I don't wake anybody up. "I'm really sorry, I completely forgot, I just got into bed! Oh god, I'm awful. I'm on my way now."
He laughs. "Rubes, don't worry. Go back to bed, we'll meet tomorrow."
"No, no, I'm on my way. I wanna see you."
He chuckles. "Okay."
I groan. "I am so sorry, I'm a terrible person."
"Yeah you are." he jokes. "See you in a bit."
I show up a few minutes later and he's sat on the side of the fountain, scrolling through his phone. God he looks good. He's wearing his skinny jeans and this really nice coat and his hair looks so great. I have a moment where I just feel overwhelmed with how much I love him. I've been having those more and more recently. I rush up to him and hug him tight. He chuckles, wrapping his arms around me.
"I'm so sorry." I say again, laughing. "I just completely forgot."
"No worries." he smiles at me, taking a pen out of his pocket and taking my hand. He writes Chris on the back of my hand. "There. Keep writing that on your hand and you won't forget tomorrow."
I smile at him and kiss him. He kisses me back and then leans his forehead on mine.
"So what do you wanna do?"
We sit in a twenty four hour cafe all night and drink endless cups of tea and talk about our futures. He wants to be a PE teacher in high school. I want to be a journalist. We agree that once he's done with college, he would fly out to live in England and I'd move out of the dorms and we'd live together in a flat until I finish college and he'd have a small job to keep us going. Once I finish college, we'd move to London and live in a flat still and he'd get a job as a PE teacher and I'd get a job as a journalist for a top newspaper. We'd go out and explore most nights and we'd go shopping in all the greatest shops. Our flat would have a colour theme in each room apart from the living room which would just be loads of mismatch stuff. We sit in there and dream it all up until three in the morning when he drops me off around the block, kisses me goodnight and drives home.
As I lie in bed that night, the only thing I'm sad about is the fact that we kept saying "we would" rather than "we will". There's still a part of me that's hopeful though. There's still a part of me that believes we'll sort all of this out.