The Secret Life of the American Teenager: Aftermath

Chapter Thirteen

"The pleasure is all mine," I smile back.

I stand up to leave and walk towards the door. I turn around.

"Bye."

"Call every once in a while, will you?"

"Of course," I tell him and look at the handsome face that took my breath away one last time and walk out. A tear slips out but I quickly brush it away.

I go back to my apartment to find Angie waiting for me. She jumps up from the couch when I walk in.

"Okay!" She says and claps her hands together. "I have two days of non-stop, pure fun planned. Well, we have to buy you a ticket home and tell administration that you're no longer be here but then it's all fun."

I laugh. "Sounds good."

I check out with administration. I already took my summer finals, and did fairly well on them. The summer in New York had been one of the best of my life.

Then we bought a cheap plane ticket. I had to lay over in Nebraska, but it should be fine.

It was finally time for Angie's epic days of fun. We went to get ice cream and then the day for today was pretty much over.

But the next day we went to the park and went on a boat, had a nice lunch, and later that night went to a campus party. I'd never been to one the whole time I spent in New York so it was nice to experience it. I got to let go and have fun.

We finished off the day at our café. The quaint little coffee shop I had come to love. I told them I was quitting (no two weeks notice whoops) and we had one last coffee.

"Angie, I'm going to miss this so much. More than I ever thought I would," I tell her from across the table.

"Me too, Amy, me too."

We pay for our coffee and we're walking home.

"Well," I say. "I guess this is goodbye."

"No way sister. I'm coming to the airport tomorrow with you. Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Really?!?"

"Yeah, of course."

"You wanna just spend the night at my place?" I ask.

"Sure, that'd be great! I'll just text my roommate so she doesn't worry."

She sends the text and then we go back to my apartment and spend most of the night talking.

We wake up early, too early, the next morning.
I do some last minute packing and feel nostalgic of this apartment. I don't want to leave.

It's too late now. I'm going back. Changing my life, yet again. I step into the taxi as Angie tells the driver to take us to the airport.

"So this is goodbye?" I ask when I get there.

"Yeah it is," she replies.

"I'll miss you," I say with a voice barely above a whisper.

"Miss you more than you can imagine." A tear slips out but she hides it. She's trying to be strong for me.

"Thanks for everything," I tell her when I give her a hug.

"Same to you."

And then I walk through the nearly empty airport and I turn around one last time to see Angie waving. I give a little wave and keep walking.

I go though the nightmare of security. I sit in the terminal and wait. I call my mom while I'm waiting. It must be pretty early in the morning there.

I think it's going to go to voicemail when all of the sudden she picks up.

"Amy? Amy? Is something wrong?"

"No, mom, I'm fine! I'm coming back to California."

"Oh, I wish you would've told me sooner that you're visiting."

"No, you don't understand. I leaving New York and I'm not going back. I'm staying back home for good."

"What?! You're sure about this?"

"More sure than I've ever been about anything in my life."

She sighs. "Well, Amy, if this is what you want to do then you should. Although, I wish you would've made this decision before you moved there for the summer."

"Sorry"

"And I wish you would've called me after you came home last time. I've been worried about you!"

"Sorry, Mom," I reply sheepishly.

"Alright. I'll see you soon."

"Okay. Love you. Bye."

Not long after they call my flight and say I'm ready to board. I had good memories here. New York was a great experience. I've matured a lot here.

I dose off as the flight takes off, back on my way to California.