The Perfect Boyfriend

The perfect Boyfriend:
Nice

"I love you" Tom whispered in my ear while I plucked at imaginary fluff from
my jumper.
I looked up at him. He smiled at and then continued to kiss me.
I pulled back, and looked him in the eyes.
"We need to talk about this" I told him.
He sighed then pushed me of his lap. I stared at my artfully torn jeans.
"When you say we need to talk, it helps when you actually talk." He laughed.
I, still looking at my jeans, answered. " my dad got a job in Australia."
"That's amaze babes! Tell him I said we'll done."
"Yes but, obviously it's much farther away than our house here in Chicago. So I have to go too." His smile suddenly turned to a hurt expression.
"When will you be back." you could hear from his voice that he was trying to hold it all in.
"We're living there. Dad said we should be staying there. unless Gran gets ill again then we will come back."

Silence.

I looked at Tom and saw a tear streaming down his face. I wiped it away. he looked at me in the eye and I cupped his cheek.
"I'll keep in touch. I promise."
I could feel the tears coming down my cheeks. I was crying too.