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It was a Saturday in early August and I was at the Meyers’ house lying on my fiancé’s bed propping my head up with my palms. Jensen Meyers and I had been dating for nearly two years now; those two years were not without their highs and lows. From my trouble with Kyle Meade, a crush who turned out to be a bad choice, to my friend Nate McEntyre's untimely persistence of his feelings for me, the past couple of years had been rather intricate. Included were the emancipation from my mother, Jensen’s marriage proposal, our first intimate night together, and Jensen’s memory loss resulting from the terrible car accident, which happened the following day. Of course that led to his reunion with Alyna DellaTorre, and onto my success at winning him back by singing a certain song that brought his memory flashing back to the present. We had been through a lot together and this next chapter of him going off to college was another point in our story.

Watching Jensen pack up his room, I sat quietly on the bed while lost in my own thoughts about how we'd manage apart. I had taken the week off from work to be with him and to help with packing since he’d be on his way to Stanford in a week. To say I was struggling with the myriad of feelings from one moment to the next would be an understatement. It also didn’t help that the music he had playing in the background had switched over to a slow song that was quite familiar to me. The acoustic guitar and the artist soulfully singing about the actions of love being more important than the words reminded me of an afternoon I spent with Mika, my seventh grade boyfriend, when his parents weren't home. On that day I’d heard that particular song for the first time on his stereo system. He pulled me up from the couch in a somewhat cheesy move for a seventh-grader and made me dance with him. I remember laughing hysterically because Mika, who was trying to sing the song, messed it up terribly by singing all of the wrong words.

“Wow … what happened in here?” Jensen’s younger sister Alicia said as she barged into his room and broke my thoughts about Mika. She sat on the bed and leaned against me as she tucked her light brown hair behind her ear out of habit. Alicia was a year older than I, but we would soon be in the same graduating class since I had almost enough credits to be considered a senior and planned to graduate early.

“What do you mean ‘what happened in here’?” Jensen looked at her pointedly.

“It looks like a bomb went off. It’s a little disorganized, don’t you think?” Alicia waved her hand over the stacks and piles of Jensen’s belongings, which were in obvious disarray.

“I prefer to think of it as organized chaos,” Jensen shot back smiling.

“Is he boring you with this so-called organized chaos?” Alicia asked me.

I shrugged as I absently ran my hands through my hair, which fell to my shoulder blades since I’d cut it early in the summer. “Not really. I’m just here to supervise.”

“And you’re doing a great job at that, babe.” Jensen leaned over and kissed me quickly on my lips.

“Aw, thanks.” I smiled up at him, trying not to think about the fact that I would be saying goodbye to him soon.

“How are you doing?” Alicia whispered as Jensen disappeared into his closet.

“You know, I’m trying not to think too much about it,” I whispered back. It was hard trying to hide the loneliness I already felt.

Alicia gave me half a smile. "If it's any consolation, I have to say goodbye to James, too." Alicia and James had become an item last May after prom and seemed inseparable ever since. She knew just how I was feeling.

"Have you two worked out a visitation schedule?" I asked. Jensen and I had talked about when he would be back to visit and I had tentatively plotted out a few weekends where I'd go down to visit him, although I wasn't quite sure how my being there would work with his roommate.

"Not really, we'll play it by ear. I'm not sure how it will work out with his roommate," Alicia said, voicing my thoughts.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Jensen hasn't really said how he'll handle that when I come. I think he has to sneak me into his dorm, too. I don't know how all of that works."

"You should have him rent a hotel room for when you come since he'll be old enough to do so. In fact, you might want to start convincing him now of that."

"Start convincing who of what?" Jensen asked as he emerged from his closet holding a few items, which he tossed into a nearby box.

"Alicia was suggesting I stay in a hotel when I visit you at school."

"Why? You can stay in my dorm. I'm sure it's no big deal."

"C'mon, Jensen, be real. Do you really think your roommate wants to be displaced? I'm sure Mia doesn't want that awkwardness hanging over her whole visit." I could always count on Alicia to be brutally honest and voice what I couldn't.

Jensen looked a little hurt that it was his sister voicing this and not me. "Babe, do you feel that way?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, it seems to make sense."

"Why don’t we talk about this later?" he suggested before I gave him a half-smile. I could tell he knew it wasn't genuine because he hardened his stare and said he’d stop for the time being and pack more later. "I'm a little tired of this, anyway." Jensen pulled me up from the bed and hugged me, whispering "I love you," into my ear.

"Ugh, get a room you two," Alicia joked, bouncing up from the bed.

"Um, we have one and you're in it, so get out," Jensen teased, gesturing with his thumb toward the door.

Taking that as her cue, Alicia danced out of the room and shut the door, leaving us with a warning to "keep it down." We both laughed at her comment, but as soon as the door was shut the feeling in the room turned serious. Jensen ran his fingers through my hair and lightly caressed my cheekbones with his thumbs. I closed my eyes and sighed.

"How are you holding up?" he asked. I opened my eyes and tried to smile. "That's not very convincing," he murmured. I didn't want to cry, so I buried my head in his chest and held him tightly around the neck while he nuzzled my hair. "I know it's going to be tough for both of us. I'll miss you more than you'll ever know."

"Hmmm," I murmured, pulling away to look into his blue eyes. "I think I'll miss you more than you'll ever know."

"Agree to disagree?" he asked, cocking his head slightly and smiling that half-smile that had me melting every time. I reached up and gave him my agreement in the form of a kiss. "You know what will be even tougher to get through?" he asked while he played with my hair.

"I know, I know . . . tonight's dinner . . . I haven't forgotten about that plan.”

We hadn't yet told his family that we were engaged, although we had talked about doing so after he graduated the previous June. The timing never seemed right, so we put off sharing the news until tonight at dinner when we would be with Jensen’s parents, his sister Jessica, and Karl, who was both Jensen’s best friend and Jessica’s boyfriend. None had any idea we'd be dropping a bomb like this, and Jensen’s brother Emery was going to have to hear about it via a phone call, which I assumed Jensen would be making before the actual dinner. Jensen had grappled with the idea of inviting all of our friends, but I pointed out that his parents might become suspicious if all of our friends and close family were expected to come. Instead, we chose to take the rest of them out to lunch the next day to share the news. After dinner, Jensen planned to swear Karl to secrecy so the others wouldn't be upset that he heard before them.

"Are you nervous?" I asked Jensen who was usually one to keep his cool.

"A little,” he admitted, running his fingers through my hair and splaying it across my shoulders. “Are you?”

"How can I not be? Like you said, this is big!"

"Are you afraid my parents won't like you?" he teased, kissing my nose.

"Ha, ha," I said with slight annoyance. "Be serious. I'm just wondering how they'll react. We’ve put it off for so long and now I'm beginning to wonder if that was such a good idea. We should have just told them after graduation like we planned."

"Do you want to do a test run on someone else first?"

"Like Emery?" I felt my stomach churn with a little excitement at actually bringing someone else into the secret other than Alicia.

"Well … yes … him, too, but actually I was thinking your dad."

I balked at his suggestion and stepped backwards. "Are you nuts?"

Jensen stepped forward and pulled me against him, laughing. "You should have seen your face. Babe, I wouldn't make you tell your dad if you weren't ready, although I hope you’d tell him before we actually tied the knot."

"How about we call him together after we tell your family?"

"Deal," Jensen agreed. "And what about your mom? Are you going to tell her?"

Somehow I knew he was going to ask me that. "I don't know … we don't really talk and I don't feel like calling her out of the blue to tell her that. Maybe I can just let it get to her via the grapevine."

Jensen shrugged and I wasn't sure he agreed with my train of thought. "It's your choice, but I just think she may want to hear it from you instead of the grapevine, although I get why you don't want to tell her. You two don't really have a relationship since your emancipation. One would argue it was even before that."

"Yes, exactly." I was glad that we were on the same page.

"Ok, let's call Emery for a dry run. I'm sure he'll take it much better than my parents,” Jensen teased.

Jensen cocked his head and took my hand, leading me out of his room and over to a coffee table where a phone was perched alongside a video game console. We both sat down on the couch and I curled up next to him as he dialed the number to Emery and Madison's new apartment in Los Angeles. Since Madison had gotten into UCLA to continue law school, Emery had transferred schools and moved with her. Jensen waited for the phone to ring before switching it over to speaker. The phone rang about five times before we heard Madison's voice. My stomach was swimming with butterflies.

"Hey, Madison, it's Jensen and Mia. How are you?"

"Oh, hey you two!” Madison sounded surprised. She spoke away from the phone, “Em, Jensen and Mia are on the phone!" We heard a muffled voice in the background and then Madison answered as clear as a bell, "I don't know, Emery, come and ask them yourself." She then said to us, "Em wants to know why you're both calling."

"Damn, he's on to us," Jensen chuckled nervously. Jensen nervous? This sure is a rare occurrence!

"Actually,” he said,” go ahead and put us on speaker phone if you have one so you can both hear why we're calling."

"Ok, just a sec." I could almost hear Madison's eyebrow rise as she put us on speaker.

"Hey guys, what's up, or do you want us to guess? I figure there's only one reason you're calling us together."

"Hey, Emery, no guessing needed. We won't keep you in suspense," I answered.

"Alright, I'm waiting for a confirmation that you're going to be my sister-in-law." My jaw dropped and I silently accused Jensen with my eyes of already telling him the news, but he shook his head no.

"Damn, Emery, you're good," Jensen chuckled. "Yes, I asked Mia to marry me, and yes, it will be a long engagement seeing as she's still in high school." Jensen must have known what his brother would say. The phone suddenly erupted in squeals from Madison and congratulations from them both. Her comments quickly turned to playfully chastising Emery for not asking her to get married.

"Hey, why buy the cow when I get the milk for free?” At that point Madison must have punched him because he let out a loud howl. “Ow! Damn, woman.” He recovered quickly and asked, "So, have you told Mom and Dad? How'd they take the news?"

"Not yet. We're going out to dinner tonight and will bring it up then."

"I can't wait to hear how that goes. Our parents are awesome, but this might cause them to turn a corner."

"Shit, Emery,” Jensen laughed, “Mia's nervous enough without you making jokes." I squeezed his hand and he looked at me and smiled.

"Mia, I'm sure it won't be as bad as you're imagining. Our parents love you. But, I would put a strong emphasis on the long engagement part just to be safe."

"So, Emery, you're a good guesser, but I think I can one-up you," I added.

"Oh, yeah? Are you pregnant?" he asked incredulously.

"Oh, hell no!" I yelled and then giggled. "Actually, I was talking about when Jensen asked me. It was last winter."

"Now, that I wouldn't have guessed," Emery said slowly, blowing out a little breath of air. "Wow, you two are good at keeping things quiet. Why didn't you share this news at graduation when I was still in town? Frankly, I'm a little hurt you're doing this to me over the phone."

I couldn't tell if he was joking and I looked worriedly at Jensen, but he only smiled and nodded as if to confirm that Emery was just razzing us. He went on to explain that we never felt the time was right, so this was as good a time as any. Emery fully understood and was about to say something when Madison cut in with what was more important.

"Mia, what does your ring look like?" she asked.

"It's beautiful! It's a round one-carat diamond surrounded by platinum. It sucks I haven't been able to wear it on my finger all these months, although, I do wear it around my neck."

"And no one has caught on? You must be pretty good at hiding it!" Madison commented.

"It's been tough, that's for sure."

"You didn't buy that at our store, did you?" Emery wanted to know.

"Shit. Buying it there would have been a dead giveaway, not to mention Aunt Donna and her big mouth. She totally would have told Mom. Instead, I ordered it direct from the supplier they use. This was one of those rare times where it paid to have the job of inventory."

"Good thinking. Does anyone else know?"

"Just Alicia."

"Oh, I see … you told her first, huh?"

"Actually,” I said, “she found the ring. She's a little snooper, that one." I giggled slightly.

"Nice. She always was. No one could hide Christmas presents from her for very long. I'm really excited for you both. Jensen, call me later and tell me how the 'rents take the news. I'm dying to know."

"I will. They'll have to be on somewhat good behavior since Karl will be there with Jessica." Jensen looked at me, grinned, and told his brother and Madison that we’d talk to them later. They congratulated us once more and hung up the phone.

"Well, that went well," Jensen said, encasing me in his arms. I pulled away slightly so I could look at his face.

"Are you sure you didn't tell him already?"

"Scouts honor," Jensen said with a serious look on his face. "The two of us never call at the same time, and we’re not bummed, so he just put two-and-two together. He's good like that."

I snuggled deeper into Jensen's embrace. "Do you think Madison is upset that we're beating them to the altar, so to speak?"

"Nah, they'll probably get engaged and be married before we do. Somehow I doubt Emery or Madison are into long engagements."