038 | Epilogue

Sammy Walcott

"Yes Mum, we just arrived."

"Bumpy ride?" She asked frowning in concern.

"No, not at all. And I'm a big boy, I can handle a flight." I sighed out the corner of my lips moving up in amusement.

"Where's Elijah? He didn't leave you to do all the work did he?" Mona asked coming into view of the laptop.

"Uh—" I start saying but is cut short by the presence appearing behind me.

"Can he?" Elijah asks referring to himself then winking at me.

"Um boys, no. Not in front of the mums." Mona says squeezing her face in disgust. While mum smiled, her clear natural blond bangs making her eyes more noticeable and shiny.

"Then in front of the dad?" Mr Gracia says head popping up, half his face covered in floor.

"No Mr Gracia, Elijah and I aren't giving displaying any life porn for you." I say shaking my head. Elijah face palmed.

"Tsk whatever meanies. I'd probably get disgusted anyway. And Sammy I told you to call me Fred."

"Sure Mr-- Fred." He tsked moving away returning back to whatever he was doing.

"Speaking of work, I'm the one doing all of it." Elijah said glaring at me.

I pursued my lips together looking at him, then place the back of my palm against my head, sighing in exaggerated fatigue. "Plane lag Babe. Plane lag."

He growled at me, dropping the bag he picked and went to get the other ones. I turned back to the phone, seeing my mum's face. A lot more beautiful. No wonder I'm this good looking and able to get a hottie like Elijah. I got all my good genes from her. "What are you guys doing?"

"Baking a cake to celebrate a child free life." She said and I rolled my eyes. She's chuckles.

"You sure you don't want to come over here? Elijah and I don't mind at all." I ask for the umpteenth time.

Mum shakes her head. "No Sammy, I'm fine here. I've got the Garcias and Mona won't let me leave without her. You just study hard, love your boyfriend and be the best rocket scientists you can be."

I sighed. "I love you, Melissa Walcott."

She beams. "Love you too, Sammy Walcott."

"I'll show you around the house when we arrive." I say about to switch off the phone but I hear Mr Gra-- Fred shout.

"Tell me what you think of my present."

I switch off the video call and turn around to see Elijah heading towards me with loads of bags. I feel a tad guilty about leaving everything to him but the guilt is short lived.

"Asshole." He grunted dumping our bags.

"You love me," I say with a smile grabbing his luggage and bringing down my shades to cover my eyes. Elijah joined me soon carrying my own bags as we make our way out of the airport.

"what do think our present is?" Elijah said joining me as we walked out of the airport, people were staring at us but it didn't faze me, I wanted to even kiss him so the eying girls would know we were together.

"A car." I replied instantly.

"You know about it?" Elijah asked raising his brows.

"Fred asked me what kind of car would you appreciate. I just guessed that'll be the present." I answered.

"Jeez my father is something else. He asked me the same thing, your preference."

I raised a brow even though I knew he couldn't see me do that through the shades. "What did you say?"

He smirked. "What do you think I said?"

My eyes widened beyond proportion when I saw a guy dressed in black holding the name 'Sammy and Elijah', he was standing beside a shiny Lamborghini.

"Fuck." I exclaimed walking to the car and checking.

"Damn." Elijah says too also in awe.

"Babe your father is the best." I say my fingers skimming over the lovely.

"I can see that. Who gets to ride it first?"

"Me ofcourse." I said quickly collecting the key from the guy and saying my thanks to him.

"Well when you're being so cute about it, how can I refuse?" Elijah says as we put our bags in and then I take over the wheel.

The drive to our apartment is smooth and clear, there's no traffic and the Lamborghini spends through attracting attention as we go.

"You're going to get us killed!" Elijah says gripping the seat with his hands.

"Then at least we'll die together." I say turning to wink at him.

"No, no. No one should die." He protest but I don't hear him anymore.

In case you were wondering, yes, Elijah and I were still together. Its been a year of one healthy relationship. Being gays in school was not easy at all. It surprised a lot of people, only Crystal wasn't surprised. I told her before hand and yeah, she's a friend to, she can be a great listener when she isn't gossiping with her friend, whatever her name is.

Wilson almost had a heart attack when we kissed in his presence. Then started grumbling about how its not fair and that if I should love anybody it should be him and not Elijah. That resulted in Elijah stuffing him up a book case. He was joking and even though he's not a big fan of Elijah, we're still good buddies.

The rest of the school well, many girls cried at the loss of two incredible guys. Some supported us and were even fangirling- whatever that means. Others were against us, they talked badly and insulted and said all kinds of things.

At a point the mean talks got to me and Elijah and I had a huge fight that tore us apart for a whole week. But then I realized that it wasn't about them, it was about me. What I wanted, what I liked, what made me happy. I reconciled with Elijah and shared my opinions to the haters with my fist.

Sure I almost got expelled and I had to write my final exams in the detention room but at least the message was sent. Whenever they looked at their stitched nose, lost teeth and scar that will surely stay, they will remember me. And I don't think they ever say 'fag, wimp or cocksucker' to any gay couple again, at least not to their faces.

And that's the same way its gonna be in this university. Brown University, that the college Elijah and I applied to. We weren't going to be separated, not now, not ever. We also didn't plan on hiding who were. Anybody that didn't like it, should fall off the planet or dare say rubbish to my face.

"This is it?" Elijah said staring at the building in front of us.

"Yup."

"Oh thank God," he says rushing out. "Me, you in the same car again? Never."

I laughed, "oh come on it wasn't that bad." He gave me a look of disbelief before bringing our stuffs off. I followed him mumbling, "And here I thought we were going to be having some quickies in here."

Elijah gave me a look and I winked. He ran a hand through his hair. "You're going to be the death of me aren't you?"

"I hope not."

We went into the building, taking the elevator to apartment 109. It was ours, we'd be leaving here together and it was on university grounds so it was perfect. Elijah and I had come furnish it a week ago and now it was perfect.

"Let's Christian the house?" Elijah asked turning to me.

"How?" I asked confused.

He smirked holding my hand, "I'll show you." He takes my hand and leads us into the corridor leading to the rooms, then our room, the biggest room over in the house.

"Wow," I said letting go if his hand as I studied everything. The room wasn't the way I remembered it. For one, the bed's cover had a giant rocket printed on it. It was grey colour so it looked subtle and not childish in any way but it also stood out, beautiful and real. The ceiling had stars on them and it looked like outer space. I turned to Elijah, "how?"

"A magician never reveals his secrets. You like?"

"Like?" I asked looking around again. "I love it. Gosh I love it, its perfect."

He blushed not saying anything and I hugged him. "Thank you Elijah, I love you."

"I love you too, anything for you Sammy, anything." He says looking at me and brushing my hair away from my face. His look of shyness changed to a one I know pretty well, before I could say something else he kissed me. Whatever I wanted to say got drowned and I kissed him back, his hand weaving through my hair and holding my head in place as he kissed me senseless.

We broke off with a glow in our eyes and somehow we were already on the bed, Elijah shirtless. "Now, about christening this house—" he reached out removing something from the drawer. When his hands returned he was holding a lube.

I didn't know what to say, I didn't know the exact way to convey what I felt, so I just kissed him, pulling my shirt off.

Many things have changed since the first time we met, many many things and some things too have not changed. Like my temper and my love for Elijah. I have always loved Elijah. I love Elijah and I will always love Elijah.

The way I see it, love is love, regardless of what society thinks. Its rare and its beautiful. No matter the shape, size or gender it comes in, love is love. It should not be ignored, it should not be avoided and it definitely shouldn't be hidden.

"On this bed, I'll take you to space. Again and again and again."

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I'm crying, I really am. Sorry for the delay, I couldn't find the perfect way to end this book. I already miss them.

What do you a think and I hope we all got Sammy's message? Any questions for me? Any holes you think were left uncovered?

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PS: who do you think said the last statement in this chapter?

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