I felt like everything was going to be okay. It excited yet scared me to think this because I've never truly thought I'd say that with a straight face.
Now, all my life I knew times would be tough. I knew I wasn't perfect and that the world was slowly forming to flames, I knew I'd get heartbroken one day. Not once did I ever think that I would have a boyfriend and be happy.
Not once, did I ever think I would be smiling on the walk to school. Not once did I believe I would fall in love. Not once, did I ever think..I would say that I am in love with James Franco.
I watched as the sun slowly fade and the dark sky was coming out. I smiled slightly when I felt James hand pat the side of my hand, then couch then on the back of my hand then intertwined our fingers slowly together.
"James." I said quietly still looking out the window.
"Hm." He hummed still watching the movie.
"Do you think we'll last."
"Nope." He stated bluntly.
I frowned and tried to ignore the burn in my chest. He turned to me and turned off the movie and waited for me to do something, I glared at him.
"That's okay though because when we're twenty something and being successful together making loads of money and traveling the world doing crazy things my words won't matter. We will prove my thoughts wrong and that is relationship goals." He smiled.
I tried to hide my smile but he pulled me into his chest and gave me a kiss.
"Thank you." I said.
"For what?" He laughed.
"For making me fall for you even when you knew I didn't want to."