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I’m so totally screwed. The hottest man I’ve ever seen just came onto me.
I never meant to be so naughty.
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“I’m so excited for you!”
My mother squealed with glee as she grabbed me and pulled me tightly to her chest where she then applied a giant squeeze. I outweighed my mother by twenty pounds and I had to admit that breathing was becoming a bit of a problem at that point. How is it that no matter how grown up you are your mother is so freakishly strong that she scares the hell out of you?
“Thanks, mom,” I grunted as she finally released me.
It was great seeing the joy on her face. And my father’s too. I had just graduated from Nebraska University. I couldn’t believe it either. All of my hard work and planning all of these years—practically since middle school—had paid off. I’d really done it.
“Congratulations, sweetie,” My dad said putting his husky arm around me. People often said that if you put a long, blonde wig on my dad and rewound the clock thirty years we could have been twins. I had to agree with that on some level. My father was a big teddy bear type of guy. He was burly and husky with a wide, sweet smile. You’d never in a million years find a guy with a bigger heart. I was glad to know that I took after him.
“Did you ever doubt me?” I joked with my dad. I laid my head on his shoulder and for a moment I was transported back to being that chubby little six-year-old who waited anxiously each night at bed time for my dad to read me a story. Those were the type of fond memories you never forgot.
“What am I going to do without my baby girl around?” My dad said. “I’m going to miss you like crazy when you go away next week, but I am so proud of you.”
My father kissed me on the forehead then. It was sweet and loving, but I was starting to feel a bit embarrassed. I looked over at my best friend Callie Mills, who had also graduated. Beside her was our other great friend April Shear. God, I was going to miss the two of them. We’d been inseparable since meeting during the freshman year in English Composition 101, a basic General Education requirement for all freshmen.
Both of them were laughing and pointing at me just to make me feel even more uncomfortable. I smiled back at them and relished the embarrassment. I realized then that my life was changing and something as simple as my dad’s display of affection for me which was sure to embarrass me in public was not going to happen much anymore, if it ever did again. It was truly the end of an era and now things were going to be different.
“Thanks dad,” I said.
“So, are you excited?” My mom asked.
“To be graduating? Yeah, but I’m also a bit nervous. I mean, I’ve spent my whole life saying ‘I’ll do this when I’m grown up, or I’ll be this when I grow up’. Well, I’m grown up now, right?”
“I think you’ll find when you enter that big, bad world that you never really feel grown up, sweetie,” my dad said.
“Oh, geez. Thanks, dad. That’s very supportive. As if I’m not already terrified,” I said with a laugh.
“Just trying to keep you on your toes,” Dad replied.
“We did it!”
Callie said as she and April finally made their way through the crowd to where I was standing with my family. She quickly threw her arms around my neck and squeezed. What was it with everyone trying to strangle me today?
“I am so stoked!” April giggled.
“Of course you’re stoked,” I said. “You are going to still be in school next year.”
April had graduated with her bachelor’s but was now going to be going for her master’s degree in English.
“Well, that’s even worse,” April said. “You guys are going to be gone and making crazy amounts of dough. I’ll probably end up hanging out with freshman again.”
“Well, you should have done grad school part-time and joined the real world with the rest of us,” Callie said.
April shook her head. “No way. That was going to take almost five years to get a two-year degree. Sorry, this way I’ll have my degree in the can. Plus, I can delay paying student loans for a few more years and still act like an idiot on occasion.”
“Glad to see you have your priorities straight,” I said.
“Congratulations to the both of you,” my dad said. He and my mother had gotten to know my best friends quite well over the past few years. Luckily, the University of Nebraska at Lincoln was only about an hour’s drive away from my parents’ home where I grew up in Martell, Nebraska, so my friends often came to hang out with me on weekends when I went home to visit my family. Both Callie and April were from out of state.