Today we leave for Florida. 

It has been two weeks since everything went down with Delilah. The first few nights she slept at my house, I had texted Cal that first night letting him know she was with me. Which he was happy to hear. 

After that she went to go stay with Cal. The time she was at my house though we caught up. I told her all about Noah -though I felt guilty- and then told her the showdown with Brady. 

She told me that in January she saw her mom again, and that she wanted to tell me but couldn't.

We also went down to the store and got her hair dye. Her hair is still shorter than normal and the color more of a pink thank her natural strawberry blonde. 

Noah had stayed down stairs on the couch while she was here as well. Knowing the two of us needed to spend time together. 

I even took her to the pawn shop and sold her ring. It wasn't much but it was still a good amount. 

Every time Matt sees either of us in the hallways he avoids us like the plague, thank the heavens. The first few days he had dark rims under his eyes from the punch. I told a mental snapshot of that. 

I feel something press into my neck and I shift in bed still half asleep. 

"Bails." I hum 

"Bails." It's Noah's voice. I feel him plant another kiss onto my neck. 

I groan, "What?" He kisses me again, "We gotta get up."

"What time is it?" I mumble into his hair. 

"Four A.M. our flight leaves at Seven." I slowly get up. Sitting up I stretch my back yawning. 

Noah stands from the bed giving me a lopsided grin, "Wanna shower together?" I nod sleepily. 

He takes my hand hoisting me up. 

No nothing smexy happens in the shower it is too early for that. 

Noah turns the water on stripping out of his clothes. I sit on the closed toilet seat nodding off before I feel him take the hem of my shirt peeling it off of me. Then I stand and he peels my underwear off. 

We step into the shower. He washes himself before helping me with my body and hair. I hardly did anything as I leaned my head against the shower wall eyes closed. 

Once we were done he steps out helping me out as well and toweling us both off. We brush our teeth before we both go into the room. 

I lay down on my bed naked and begin to fall asleep again as he gets himself dressed in a pair of gray sweats and a black t shirt. 

A moment or so later I feel a fresh pair of underwear being slipped up my legs followed by a pair of leggings. Grabbing both of my hands he pulls me into a seated position before pulling one of his hoodies over my head. 

"Come on Bails we got to get down stairs." I just grumble something incoherent. Noah says something under his breath before I feel him slip some socks and shoes onto my feet. 

He tries to help me up but I sit back on the bed, "Carry me?" I ask and he laughs. 

I open my eyes to see him turn, "Hop on." He says and I do wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. His arms come to hook around my thighs. 

I lean my head on his shoulder closing my eyes again. He starts moving removing one hand to open my door before placing it back on my thigh. 

We get to down stairs and I can hear other feet shuffling. 

"You should've made her walk Noah, don't let her think she owns you." My dad grumbles and I want to laugh. 

Noah does for me, "I think she does sir." And my heart does a weird flippy thing. Little does he know he owns me too. I would probably do just about anything he asked me to do. He can never know that though. 

At some point we end up in the car my head resting on Noahs lap. The passenger door slams shut, Brady I am taking it. 

"Ok we gotta get Delilah then we're off to the airport." My dad says before starting the car. 

We arrive at Delilahs and I scoot my legs up so she can sit beside me. 

Then I dose off. 

I don't wake up until we are at the airport. 

Once we get onto the plane I lean my head on Noah's shoulder and pass out once more. I sleep through the flight. 

We get to our hotel. Dad booked two rooms. Usually its Delilah and I in one room and Noah, Dad and Brady in the other. 

This year it's the same and I send a up a quick prayer for dad, and Noah. 

Delilah and I get changed out of our plane clothes. I put on a cute floral skirt and a white ribbed top. Delilah wears a jean skirt and a black cami. 

We meet the guys outside the hotel and head to this small ice cream shop. 

"What do you want?" Brady asks me and I have to do a double take. He's speaking to me. 

He must see my shocked expression because he lets out a sigh, "I'm calling a truce, we are on vacation. I know what it means to dad ok." I nod, "Thank you."

Dad and mom got married in Florida. It's where they met actually, she was sixteen and with her family at Disney World. My dad was eighteen and there with his best friend when their paths crossed. 

It was  a funny story actually she dropped her turkey leg on his brand new white sneakers. 

She apologized profusely asking what she could do to make it up to him. He told her all he wanted was her phone number. 

My dad was smooth as shit I have to give him that. 

They talked on the phone every night for three years. 

Once she graduated they decided to meet back up at the place they met, then three days later they eloped.

Such romantics. 

The vacation flies by. You know what they say time flies by when you are having fun. 

We spent most of our time a the beach. Noah tried to drown me only once and even Brady was laughing at some of dads jokes. 

It was peaceful and happy and now over. 

Because now we were back home. 

Back to reality. 

And I had an envelope from Stanford in my nightstand drawer with the words Accepted in it.