Chapter 39

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"Maybe I should."

"Maybe you shouldn't. Ethan had you for two whole years, he isn't getting you again," Alex pouts.

"I owe him an explanation on why I walked out at our wedding, Alex."

"Because you love me and not him. Easy."

"..yes..but I have to tell him that."

"Text him."

"No! That would be so insincere. At one point, probably soon, I have to talk to him..and it has to be in person.

She stomps her foot. "Nooo."

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I have to."

She groans. "..fine. Let's just worry about Australia and how perfect it'll be to get away from the world, just you and me," she says, kissing my hand.

"I'm counting the seconds, trust me."

"What are we at now?"

"One hundred seventy two thousand eight hundred."

"Sounds about right," she smiles. "I gotta find some way to tell Gram."

"Why?"

"We were really hoping to hang out sometime this week. She's been planning it for like a month."

"Ohh, gosh, she must hate me for just showing up and taking you away."

"Ohh please, all she ever talks about is when I'm gonna get in a steady relationship and get married and shit. This relationship to her is like One Direction to you."

"Really?"

"Trust me, baby, it's fine."

"Ok, what are w- HOLY SHIT."

"What?" she asks.

"College. My classes. I HAVEN'T BEEN GOING TO CLASSES BECAUSE I HAVEN'T BEEN."

"It's only been three days."

"That's NOT the point. I GOT A SCHLOARSHIP AND I AM NOT GONNA COMPLETELY BLOW IT TO GO TAN DOWN UNDER!"

"Cooper, it'll be fine."

"NO, IT WON'T. No no no no NO."

"You always overreact," she smiles.

"No, I do not. You just always under react, you hoe."

She smiles again. "Alright."

"Tell me it'll be ok."

"It'll be ok."

"Ok..do it again, and this time make it good."

"It'll be ok," she says the same way she did before.

I groan and stomp my feet. "Stop being a loser and convince me!"

"I only know one way to do so."

"Then do it!"

"I can't, I'm driving."

I look at her. "Could you please stop thinking of yourself for a second?" I ask quietly.

"Sorry."

"Ugh, fuck you."

"I want another tattoo."

"NO."

"Why not?"

"You wouldn't let me get one."

"Maybe because I don't care what you want," she jokes.

I shrug. "I want Ethan back."

She stops the car, right there in the middle of the street.

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