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Ch. 3
His strong arms wrapped around my shoulders and he pulled my head into his chest. My sobs were muffled by his shirt and then he kissed the top of my head and moved. "I'll go get a test. I'll be back as soon as I can." I buried my face in the pillow, and soon heard the click of the lock, Joe leaving.

I lived in student apartments on the edge of the Northwestern campus, and the CVS was just across the street. Less than five minutes, I heard the click again and he came in. Wordlessly, he handed the test to me. I got up to go to the bathroom, and he stood outside the door. I did my thing, and unlocked the door. Joe fell in from where he'd been leaning on the door. His brown curls fell in front of his face, and he quickly swiped it away. "Ten more minutes." I answered his question without him having to ask it. He paced between the doorway and the bathroom, while I leaned on the sink and read the box. The white porcelain stuck into the side of my back, but I felt numb anyway.

'There are no false positives, only false negatives.' That line struck me, and stuck in my head. I tried to shake it out, and quickly put the box down. I was suddenly feeling things. The sink suddenly felt like torture, and I quickly moved. Just as I yanked up my shirt to asess the damage, Joe's watch beeped signifying the end of the ten minutes. Joe pushed open the bathroom door, he looked distressed, the shirt under his armpits totally soaked. Joe walked up to me and looked over my shoulder. I took a deep breath and then turned the stick over. Not pregnant.

Joe shrieked in my ear, and his tan,muscled arms lifting me up towards the ceiling. The rest of the day went by quickly, Joe and I snuggling up as we watched horror movies. We went to bed early, at 9:30. Joe said we needed our energy for tomorrow, which was our three year anniversary.

So I fell into a peaceful sleep, letting all of my troubles wash away. My happy dreams were interrupted by a beeping. At first, I covered my head with the pillow. "You get it, Joe." No answer. Unhappily, I threw off the covers and turned on the lights searching for the sound of that annoying beeping. On the lampshade, a post it note hung. 'Meet me on the roof. Love, loverboy'.

I quickly pulled on a pair of jeans from the hamper, as I glanced over at the clock. 12:01. He's such a romantic, was all I thought. The roof was our spot. We met there. Joe had been playing a game with his softball team, the roadogs, at the baseball field here. He and his two brothers came up here to avoid the crowds, and I took the wrong elevator. I got lost in my thoughts, and the next thing I knew, the elevator door was opening up to the roof. It was dark, but a couple of candles were lit up along the way.

I followed them, a huge grin on my face. All of a sudden, the Chicago view came into view, and candles stood on the ledge. I saw a head of soft, chocolate, brown hair. The closer I got, I realized he was on one knee. "Joe!" Tears started streaming down my face, and he smiled, his beautiful eyes shing. "Ava Marie Brooks, I love you more than I thought was possible. I knew it since we met you up here, exactly three years ago. Will you marry me?" Did he have to ask? Even after what we'd been through earlier, of course I wanted to marry him. "Yes, yes, of course I want to marry you!" Tears streamed down my face, cascading into my long blonde hair, my sleep tank top, my dirty pair of jeans. Joe smiled, a smile so big a tow truck could have fit through it. He slid the ring onto my finger and then kissed me. He drew away for a split second. His warm breath floating around in my ear. "Happy aniversary."

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Ch. 4 Light poured in through the curtains, into my eyes and interrupting my dreaming. I softly groaned, and my eyes fluttered open. I quickly surveyed the room. My digital clock sat on my bedside table, directly past Joe’s shoulder. Squinting, I saw the number 7:59. ‘Oh crud.’ I thought as I jumped up, knocking Joe’s arms off . I was gonna be late. I had a 8:15 class. Could. Not. Be. Late. Multitasking, I took off my flannels, as I walked to my dresser. I picked up a clean pair of jeans, without mustard stains like the ones I had worn last night. I threw them on, then grabbed a white t-shirt and a gray cardigan. It was October, so really I could get away with wearing anything. As I brushed my teeth with one hand, I shook Joe awake with the other. ‘I overslept. I’m going to class.” I said to him, as he looked up at me, his eyes full of sleep. He nodded, the rolled over, his curls messing over the pillow. I walked quickly to the door, spitting in the kitchen sink as I stuffed a pair of chucks on my feet. I flew down the corridor, my backpack slapping my side, my feet slipping out of my untied shoes. The carpet eventually became pavement, and I brushed my hair as I ran down campus, Quickly, the building for my English class came in view, and I ran in, sliding in my seat. Quickly, I checked my watch. 8:14. Boy, I was good. The professor came in, and his lecture started. I leaned on my right hand, staring as the light caught my ring.

The ring brought me back, and I started thinking about, where I’ve been, how far I had come. Wait, first I need to tell you about me, before my story becomes too complicated. My name is Ava Marie Brooks, and I was 19 years old at the time my story took place. I was born in a small town in Texas, the daughter of John and Marie Brooks, the youngest of 5 children, the only daughter. When I was 4, my mom died unexpectedly, and my dad and brothers raised me as best as they could. I grew up playing football with my brothers, doing farm chores with my dad, things like that. In fact, my hair was cut short, a boy cut that my Dad cut himself, and I didn’t own a single article of pink until I was about middle school age. I finally grew out my beautiful blonde hair, and discovered the wonderful world of Abercombie. I played on the soccer team, getting MVP all 4 years of high school. All the girls saw me as the girl who had it all, and left me alone, figuring I didn’t need any more friends. But that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. I went through middle school and high school with absolutely no friends, and only 1 boyfriend, my brother’s best friend who turned out to be a complete jerk. But when I was 16, I went to visit Northwestern. It was a big deal, for all of my brothers had gone to the community college, and only one had made it out of the county, going to live in Houston where his wife’s family lived. Northwestern had always been my dream, I wanted to be a vet.

So at age 16, having graduated a year early, I got on a plane, headed for Chicago. But then my plane was late, and I got the directions screwed up, and instead of taking the elevator to my apartment, I took it up to the roof, and as they say the rest is history.

I still have virtually no friends, I mean I’m friendly with a couple girls in my classes, but my life is 1000% better. My daddy still hasn’t met Joe yet, but I know he’ll love him. The bell suddenly rung signaling the end of class. I entered my apartment at exactly 2:15, throwing my bag down on the counter and slipping off my shoes. “Joe?” My voice rang through the small apartment, echoing on the walls. “I’m coming love.” Joe poked his head out from the bathroom door and emerged, zipping up his pants as he walked towards me. “How was class?” He wrapped his arms around me, making me rest my head on his chest. “You know, the normal.” I mumbled into his chest, soaking up his scent. Then out of the corner of my eye, I spotted his bags lined up neatly on the wall. “Do you have to go?” I pulled my head out from his chest and looked up at him, my eyes shining brightly with tears. “I don’t want to go.” His eyes now shined even more brightly with tears. He was going on tour in Europe in a week, and he wouldn’t be able to visit me, and it would be really hard for me to leave with classes, not to mention the 8 hour plane ride. We had done it before, but now that we were engaged it seemed different. Harder somehow. I just looked up at him for a little longer, then ripped my eyes off him.

I didn’t let go of his hand, I held it all the way to the door, in the car. The truck pulled up to the airport, wheezing to a stop on the pavement. Joe looked at me, gripping my hand as tightly as he could. Then he dropped it an we both hopped out of the car, running to the back. He quickly swung his bag down from the back and then pulled me toward him, tears running down my face. He kissed me, the kiss tasting strangely of salt, from my tears. Then in a hoarse voice, “ Later, love.” I leaned up against my red truck, the hot metal burning my back. I watched him go, his brown curls got lost in a crowd of people. I wiped away the last tear from my cheek, the diamond leaving a mark on my face.

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